When the Wind Dies Down *
Storm clouds boilin' at the crack of dawn
Th' old world snores, nothin' is wrong
The air force scatters the dawn's early light
Mid-afternoon coal black dead of the night..
Hosts just so, a loud trumpet sounds
Graves burst open on the edge of town
The last go first, the lost are found
mysteriously when the wind dies down
The wind dies down
The wind dies down
The graves bust open on the edge of town
The last go first and the lost are found
Right about then the wind dies down
©2008 g.o.
* "Tell them this: 'These gods, who did not make the heavens and the earth, will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.'"
"..the living God, the eternal King .. when he is angry, the earth trembles; the nations cannot endure his wrath..
He..brings out the wind from his storehouses." --Jeremiah 10:10ff.
cp. "kai ekopasen o anemon" - "and ceased the wind" --Mark 6:51
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Friday, March 21, 2008
Atlas Drugged
Directions to the desert ain't that difficult to find
From heaven tell me what you'd like to know(?)
You've said your lungs are lockin' up from crystals in the wind
that undermine your footprints as you go
Your left brain feeds your right brain sand,
the right brain feeds the left
The desert does its hemispheric grind
above the water tables in the underground of God
whose Spirit floods the spheres I have in mind..
©2007 g.o.
Directions to the desert ain't that difficult to find
From heaven tell me what you'd like to know(?)
You've said your lungs are lockin' up from crystals in the wind
that undermine your footprints as you go
Your left brain feeds your right brain sand,
the right brain feeds the left
The desert does its hemispheric grind
above the water tables in the underground of God
whose Spirit floods the spheres I have in mind..
©2007 g.o.
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