Here I

Stand like

A Scalawag

A good

For nothin'

Ragamuffin

Caught in a

Quagmire

Due to

Always standin'

On quaggy

Ground

I'm a real

Popinjay

All I

Speak is

Gobbledygook

There is

No end

To my

Poppycock

Piffle or

Obloquy

I like

To niggle

Over what

Other folks

Think and

Say

I'm a

Far cry

From bein'

Namby-pamby

When it

Comes to

Deliverin' a

Whammy

I'm so

Harum-Scarum

I have no

Need to

Hob nob

With the

Social elite

Or get

Into a

Hootenanny with

The world

I'll make a

Hubbub of

A hullabaloo

That'll pull me

Through

Any kind of

Doodoo

I'm not

Into the

Boondoggle or

The frippery

Flibbertigibbet

Type of folk

Are into

It's full of

The kind

Of casuistry

That pours

Out the bunghole

It's plain

To see

That blabber

Mouths and

Gossip mongers

Like to

Meddle by

Creatin' a

Ballyhoo

Meant to

Befuddle you

The prattlers

bespangle

The woman

Your with

While at the

Same time

Bifurcate the

Love between

You and her

They make

You appear

To be no more

Than cuckold like

A big

Old booby

Or a

Dog named

Scooby

Ever since

I was an

Itty bitty

Little dingus

Caught up

In all

Kinds of

Dither

I've been

Speakin' my

Jabberwocky

With jinglingly

To the

Jackanapes

Like a real

kibitzer

Ever since

I was

A young

Whippersnapper

I've been

Wheedlin'

Those inflexible

Guarded old

Fuddy duddy's

To do

Away With

All their

Willy nilly

I wasn't one

Bit yitten

When I

Persuaded the

Old foggy

Mossback

Hidebound

Sour pusses

To stick

To the

Constitution

And what's

Been written

There was

No way

I was

Gonna let

Them yuppify

My town

With what

The socialists

Had been

Spittin'

Great gadzooks

I can't

Help the

Fact I'm

Gibbous by

Nature which

Makes me

Acerbate over

Acidulous words

and manners

Still with

All this

Runnin' through

My head

I was

Caught by

Surprise this

Early morn

By the

Chirpin' of

A bobolink

Wishin' it was

Feedin' on

A kakapo

For whistlin'

like a loose screw

As I went

About to

Look for

A little

Rubaroo for

My belly boo

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invented or meaningless language; nonsense.

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Go ahead for the kill

Hit me with the stigma

That's been accompanied by havin' to take a pill

One that makes a man appear to be a bit of an enigma

With nothin' but his guts to spill

Due to the churches lack of kerygma

The demons in my mind seldom stay still

Even if I met a preacher with just the right Charisma

I'd still continue to be known as mentally ill

On my head demons have fed

I didn't listen to what was all said

The conversation was sick and red

Then I hit 'em with the power that can raise the dead

I let them see

it was for me

to be free

Jesus Christ bled

Enough said

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Oh Lord I've seen my dein' day

Let me cry out to you if I may

Once again to you alone I pray

Please give your ear to what it is I have to say

In my life

You were my plight

and my plea

You took all my strife

While I would fight

and then let be

I gripped my knife

Went into the night

and couldn't see

Now I'll never know a wife

Still I got you Lord in my sight

and I'm lookin' forward to eternity

I'm old school

Raised by a Vietnam Vet

In a way he liked to rule

Just to watch me sweat

In what I believe I'm no fool

Dad may be scary its God I fret

The Earth is the Lords foot stool

Upon evil necks his heal is set

His justice to a world so cruel

Has not fully come as of yet

With the devil I make no duel

Still on God I'm willin' to bet

Even after all on which I stool Christ's blood paid my debt

Back in the year of 77 I stood gazing out my bedroom window. I was just the age of five when my mind slipped off into another dimension. This left my conscience suspended between two worlds very close in existence. I saw a creature wearing a large purple robe waving me to him with a long lanky finger. There weather in or out of my head was what I thought to be a monster. The strange being wanting my trust had a very large head, black oval eyes, and grey skin. Back then very seldom was anything of the like propagated or televised. Due to public concern information on this level was held deeply classified.

Then it happened again and the sight I saw changed my reality. It was as if the little grey booger was paranoid way deep inside. He scrambled on all fours along the ground. On a mission to dig up marbles I kept hid behind some bushes in a little pit. He new any connection we made had now been jeopardized. My marbles were like jewels to my eyes. A rare treasure only I could see. Messing with them meant some serious shit.

I shared a room with two brothers. At night it was hard to sleep. Seeing two red eyes under my bed was a secret to hard to be kept. My neighbor said he saw the demon too. At night he seldom caught a wink. With all this going on I developed a bit of an obsession at a young age. I became obsessed with the alien doctrine so to speak. I spent years researching to develope what I know to be true and realistic.

There's rank in the kingdom of darkness. A third of the stars fell with Lucifer. A third of the angels lost their wings along with their civilizations. Seraphim rank high amongst the Holy Angels. The word Seraph means reptile like in the Hebrew tongue. If you take a Seraphim and clip his wings you'll have a reptilian on your hands. A fallen angel that can no longer travel interdimensional or through the heavens without spacecraft or frequencies.

The Reptilians out rank the Grey's and are always at odds with each other. The Grey's are basically earth suites for demons used to manipulate objects in the third dimension. They travel by spacecraft or frequencies just like the reptilians.

It's a well known fact that abducties who call on Jesus Christ no longer get harassed by the Grey's. The Reptilians are much more fearce in their means of attack. It takes a bit of knowledge in spiritual warfare to combat such beasts. It all sums up to doctrines of demons and devils. Its all part of the great delusion God allowed to hit the earth.

‐—————♡——————

THE FALLEN

Lookin' up at the night sky I'm tantilized and mesmerized

By the moon

Its dark side has been opened to be analyzed and criticized

Yet by it I'm swoon

Whats seen upon its surface leaves folks surprised and paralyzed

By what could be comin' soon

Lookin' up at the night sky I'm never revived and often feel deprived

By who put the face on Mars

Before this world much like man they thrived and survived

Did they vanish in the stars

They live beneath the surface some have contrived from nowhere this story derived

All is hidden in their planets scars

As I look up at the night sky I'm numb inside as worlds collide

Life on other planets exists

The government keeps it all Classified those who expose it are quickly nullified

Makin' me want to shake my fist's

The fallen's blood lust is never satisfied their crimes can't be justified

Yet it's them the government assists

Over what he finds to be a blessin'

others go on about stressin'

By second guessin'

He finds this very hard pressin'

One could say he took the low road

While walkin' with a slow strode

In order to take a listen to what the crow crowed

Knowin' from its beak not much of a flow flowed

It wasn't until he was a bit past his prime

When the Most High decided to put a little meanin' to his rhyme

He finally saw beyond space and time

So call it a crime

When his minds elevated

He has visions

That stand to be debated

He receives provisions

From God to be allocated

Makin' his decisions

Not to be infiltrated

A secret he likes to keep

Is how he sees himself as a doll sheep

From peak to peak taken a leap

On mountain tops spendin' time to weep

Amongst angel's left to sleep

From Gods bounty left to reap

He stands with the strength of ten

men

Like a rooster watchin' over one to many of a hen

Yet he's still considered a less than

A real zero

A far cry from a hero

One things for certain you'll never find him to be a tyro

In the hands of a man like Nero

I thank The Lord for cleanin' his plate

Still all the dirt has left an ugly stain

It looks like a world of love and hate

Travelin' on a run away train

I'm glad he got off before it was to late

He watches the good the bad and the ugly all go round for round

On the pavement he sets out to pound

He's even seen the hellhound

Durin' a time of bein' spellbound

He lives in the underground

Standin' strong on its battleground

Gettin' down to his own sound

Always seein' what's in the foreground

What it is he likes to spit

pulls a man out of a pit

So he carries on with it

Even if his lip gets split

Cause he really does give a shit

Here's a God given revelation

He found the road to be a mysterious creation

Upon it he chose to work out his own Salvation

As long as he's found robed in The Most high

in his time to die

He's off to the big gig in the sky

I tell you no lie

His hearts full proof

never to be found aloof

About the truth

He's going out with style

Wearin' a huge smile

Knowin' he's out of this giant dung pile

and off to walk those streets made of gold tile

Feelin' more energy then he did at the peak of bein' juvenile

I love sheep

and out of them all I really love the Doll's and The secrets they keep

When one is hunted down I lose sleep

When one is wounded it makes me wanna weep

The Doll Sheep are equiped with hinds feet

They can skip through the rocks without missin' a beat

They can climb high up-top any mountain in order to escape a mid summers heat

When they go into the lowlands in search of clovers for a treat

They have the ability

to out run the wolves

Due to the agility

Of their cloven holves

Woo !!! Woo !!! Glory to God !!! Priase the Most High such a creature exists !!! They battle with horns not fists!!!

Buttin' heads for postions of leadership and dominance

Excercisin' their power to overcome sickness and disease

Yet still together in love they gather to do a little dance

While they face another mountains challenge with ease

I thank them for givin' me the chance

To get down on my knees

In hopes to catch the Lords glance

All the while knowin' it's him the Doll's are out to please

Call me what you will

Yeah so what

I'm mentally ill

A less than Zero

A far cry from a hero

Go ahead

wish me dead

Take my freakin head

You best believe

I'll die with a smile

Knowin' My God

My friend

beyond the end

Just took awhile

to turn the dial

Say what you will

From hittin' them books

One day maybe soon

It's my blood you'll spill

From the way It looks

I know the devil

That lives in

Kings and Rooks

Its me they wanna kill

for letting them know

their no better than

a bunch of crooks

You best believe

I have no need

To twist a tale

Made to deceive

Leading another

brother to wail

and grieve

I hit the vein

Went insane

Then gave God the pain

Now for me to die is gain

So I sit in a pit

doing strange shit

An aged man

true grit

feelin like a little nit

Ready to through a fit

I was given a

second birth

To take me

from this Earth

To a place far beyond

for what it's worth

You see a tiny seed

was planted

Call it imaginary

That's granted

only slightly slanted

By a good hand

the seed was sown

To bare fruits

Like works of art

By this seed my mind

would be blown

Was somethin'

I knew down

In my boots

from the start

Now the seed

has grown

healthy roots

down in my heart

So tare me up

Poison my cup

I cannot deny

I tell you know lie

Dyin' for another

Is a death of great honor

Yet it's me you despise

To my surprise

Its all because

I'm blessed

And very

seldom stressed

Excited I stand

Call me grand

Unlike many

I've experienced

the Supernatural

and found it

to be factual

I'm willin' to bet

God is love

I'm willin' to say

He paid my debt

By descendin'

from above

and becomin'

a man

that gave a shit

When a push

Came to a shove

On this I'm set

Knowin' he taught me

The wisdom

of the serpent

and the gentleness

of the dove

Go ahead

Put a bullet in my head

For what's been said

A front row seat

Is somethin

Nothin can beat

When it comes to

Sittin

Under what

The Most High is

Spittin

While he's rockin' out

On the throne

Throughin' some

Old preacher a bone

By sharin'

all that's needed

to be known

I ride alone

Yeah I'm The Lonesome Rider

All I carry

Is This heart I own

Some think it's scary

On the road I travel

when sin is all I've known

Along the Highways

and the by-ways

Is where I'm destine to roam

Knowin in heaven

there's a place

a place to call home

I've seen through more eyes

than I care

to share

Seen through plenty made of stone

The scariest pair

I ever saw through

are the eyes of my own

Born in the land of Ice and Snow

little did my Mother know

How her little boy would stand and grow

All the bad seed he would carry on to sow

I ride alone

Yeah I'm The Lonesome Rider

All I carry

Is This heart I own

Some think it's scary

On the road I travel

when sin is all I've known

Along the Highways

and the by-ways

Is where I'm destine to roam

Knowin in heaven

there's a place to call home

Standin in my darkest hour

I chose The Cross

along the Roads

I've carried some heavy loads now

The worst my own sin

and how my soul it erodes

I've found a kingdom within

By being without

To it I had no choice

No choice but to succumb

It rose up deep inside

Way deep

deep within

It showed me what LOVE

what LOVE is all about

Before the time of my birth

Upon the Earth

I was known

Upon The Cross

Upon The Cross

It was me he was shown

He shed his blood

He shed his blood

So I could one day see him

upon his throne

I ride alone

Yeah I'm The Lonesome Rider

All I carry

Is This heart I own

Some think it's scary

On the road I travel

when sin is all I've known

Along the Highways

and the by-ways

Is where I'm destine to roam

Knowin in heaven

there's a place to call home

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She was a sassy little woman in the body of a teen

She was A-Town Wisconsin's finest of hardcore a genuine punk rock queen

When it came to a style of dress this little beauty sported the freshest clothes on the entire punk scene

She kept her cool plenty of times when she had every right to be mean

I was a smart ass backwoods good for nothin' skate punk

The only thing I had goin' for me was my spunk

Even if all the cheerleaders thought I was a far cry from a hunk

There were a whole lot of other teenage girls that didn't think I was bunk

I believe it was around 1986 in the fall of the year

Her beauty kicked my coolness into high gear

When I asked her to be my girl a man rose up inside squashin' all boyish fear

The first time I planted a kiss on her lips inwardly I did a little cheer

I was a dreamy spaced out sharp tongued 14 year old boy

To have this 15 year old hottie as my girl filled my heart with joy

The bond we created was something special with it we chose to never toy

We didn't put our love on parade about it we were a bit coy

I never pressured her to have sex respectin' her desire to at a later age lose her virginity

We never did more than kiss hopin' the number of times reached infinity

For each other we couldn't help at times to let go in a state of affinity

We felt our love was pure bringin' us closer to all that has to do with divinity

I cried hard after she told me her family had to up and move to the Windy City

After the move a deep depression hit makin' us both feel really shitty

Hate to say it but I even had some serious moments of pity

We kept the relationship going over the phone knowin' its future didn't look pretty

Her family eventually moved back to A-Town

Once again we engaged in a kiss that turned this boy into a clown

She was the make of a queen and on my head I wore a crown

We knew we were to young for our love so we split up but for each other stayed down

We kept our strong bond even though it was hard to see her kiss another punk

I began to develop an attitude that led to some actions that stunk

I slept with every girl I could and became a bit of a drunk

Every time my hearts dream found out about my latest lay her respect for me shrunk

I promised the little lady I would fined her again when I hit 18

She moved back to Chicago and for a few years she remained unseen

I dealt with tryin' to fill the void by becomin' a sex machine

Due to my actions while alone it was my own character I was out to demean

Now let me tell you a few things about this child of the underground

She had a real nice body drawin' all kinds of little boys onto her love bent battle ground

She had an older brother willin' to put any one of those little boys below ground

When it came to her older brothers ways of thinkin' we had some common ground

Even as a hardcore lip lockin' teen

She held her head high like a fair queen

She seldom sat before the mirror to preen

She was humble and down to earth even though she ruled the scene

In this damsels late teens tragedy hit cold and hard

Her older brother died and it was sad for everyone he was a truly unique card

He would tell the craziest of all stories like a gifted bard

If given the chance on the silver screen her older brother would have starred

I finally reached the age of 18 and I was all out witty

Some friends of mine and I jumped in my zephyr and headed off to my girls city

When we found my little lady love she wasn't surprised I had grown to look a little gritty

Her situation was worse than before I had all I could do to keep from feelin' any pity

A bottle or two of vodka a day backed by a wicked tongue were the ways of her mother

Her mom had a boy friend which one drank more one could never tother

Thievin' had become the ways of her little brother

Her concern and guidin' hand for her little sister was like no other

We spent sometime reflectin' back and about her present life little was shared

We took a ride to the lake while in her presence I felt insecure and scared

Our time together could of been better only by all the stuff in my life I was snared

One things for certain after the visit she new I would give my life for her just to show I cared

Shortly after we made contact her mother due to her drinkin' habit died

Losin' her little sister and brother to a different home made her hold back when she should of cried

My little woman had some friends so she packed up and moved to Chicago's worst side

It's where the poor girl was probably tormented due to her pride

After she made no contact for some time I went lookin' for her over in gangland

A place for troubled young adults placed me in a home right in the middle of a gangster dreamland

I searched hard for my love regardless of the fact I looked like a hick from the farmland

There were moments walkin' Chicago's south side I thought I was going to die for my lady love first hand

More and more years went by of waitin' for somethin' to break or bend

I kept my hopes up that I would once again see the one lover I always felt was closer than any friend

One day while walkin' down the road I cried over my loves life comin' to an end

I came across a news article about her what I read left a whole in my heart only God could mend

She went on to build a family two little ones and a fiancé that carried my first name

Then some whacked out guy she had befriended decided to play a sick and deadly game

"Oh my God" were the last words she cried while the shotguns blasts left nothing' the same

After the shootin' he drove to her house in her front yard he put the gun to his head pulled the trigger and made aim

You know the gunman premeditated about the blood he wanted to shed

He found her with her two little ones and he wanted them all dead

He was filled with bloodlust jealousy and rage which invited a demon into his head

She threw her body over the top of her babies as she took the bullets and bled

My loves life was taken from her quick

She was killed by some possessed jealous freaked out dick

The deranged gunman then shot himself decidin' upon this Earth neither of them should stick

Regardless of all that went down in the highest of heavens now sits the coolest of any chic