tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post4119988920430529554..comments2023-08-24T06:21:30.347-07:00Comments on From Heroin to Heaven: run awayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12086227072074233115noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post-52433437311531209172011-07-05T18:49:11.790-07:002011-07-05T18:49:11.790-07:00I won't be able to send you my book (High Plai...I won't be able to send you my book (High Plains Drifter) (because I don't have much money), but you can read my book for free on the Internet Archive.<br /><br />Go to this link:<br /><br />http://hitchhikeamerica.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/high-plains-drifter-on-the-internet-archive/<br /><br />I hope you like it. Take care.Tim Sheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07931913325290043598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post-77536661928703674292011-05-19T11:22:00.875-07:002011-05-19T11:22:00.875-07:00i read into the wild and loved it- i think i would...i read into the wild and loved it- i think i would like yours too :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12086227072074233115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post-89546609961086407292011-05-19T11:21:31.627-07:002011-05-19T11:21:31.627-07:00Can you send me your book, nomad man?Can you send me your book, nomad man?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12086227072074233115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post-80560214064739302512011-05-19T11:13:52.295-07:002011-05-19T11:13:52.295-07:00Shiloh
By Tim Shey
Brutal deathdance;
My eyes wee...Shiloh<br />By Tim Shey<br /><br />Brutal deathdance;<br />My eyes weep blood.<br />Pharisees smile like vipers,<br />They laugh and mock their venom:<br />Blind snakes leading<br />The deaf and dumb multitude.<br /><br />Where are my friends?<br />The landscape is dry and desolate.<br />They have stretched my shredded body<br />On this humiliating tree.<br /><br />The hands that healed<br />And the feet that brought good news<br />They have pierced<br />With their fierce hatred.<br /><br />The man-made whip<br />That opened up my back<br />Preaches from a proper pulpit.<br />They sit in comfort:<br />That vacant-eyed congregation.<br />The respected, demon-possessed reverend<br />Forks his tongue<br />Scratching itchy ears<br />While Cain bludgeons<br />Abel into silence.<br /><br />My flesh in tattered pieces<br />Clots red and cold and sticks<br />To the rough-hewn timber<br />That props up my limp, vertical carcase<br />Between heaven and earth.<br />My life drips and puddles<br />Below my feet,<br />As I gaze down dizzily<br />On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.<br /><br />The chapter-and-versed wolves<br />Jeer and taunt me.<br />Their sheepwool clothing<br />Is stained black with the furious violence<br />Of their heart of stone.<br />They worship me in lip service,<br />But I confess,<br />I never knew them<br />(Though they are my creation).<br /><br />My tongue tastes like ashes:<br />It sticks to the roof of my mouth.<br />I am so thirsty.<br />This famine is too much for me.<br />The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.<br />Papa, into your hands<br />I commend my Spirit.<br /><br />Ethos<br />February/March 1997<br />Iowa State University<br /><br />Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”Tim Sheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07931913325290043598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post-9847388967567514592011-05-19T11:11:41.985-07:002011-05-19T11:11:41.985-07:00Egypt is Burning
By Tim Shey
Sons of Ishmael,
The...Egypt is Burning<br />By Tim Shey<br /><br />Sons of Ishmael,<br />The Scriptures have come full circle.<br />The angel of the Lord said<br />He would be a wild man.<br />Abraham's firstborn was Isaac.<br />Mount Moriah pointed towards Calvary.<br /><br />Malachi said:<br />Was not Esau Jacob's brother?<br />The Lord said:<br />Jacob I loved, Esau I hated.<br />Cain murdered Abel;<br />Joseph was hated by his brothers.<br />Jesus was killed<br />In the house of his friends.<br />Hagar's offspring mocks<br />The Messiah to this day.<br /><br />Egypt is burning.<br />Isaiah walks naked among you.<br />Your sin and rebellion is<br />Broadcast twenty-four seven<br />On FOX and CNN.<br /><br />Israel is no longer Jacob:<br />He has power<br />With God and men.<br />Who can resist God's will?<br /><br />The Lord is transforming<br />The bloody Middle East.<br />Shiloh is here in power:<br />He couches as an old lion.<br />The Tribe of Judah<br />Rules in Zion.<br />The City of David<br />Is a state of rest:<br />The Book of Hebrews, Chapter Four.<br />Those who abide in Him<br />Are already in New Jeru-Salem.<br />All you have to do<br />Is meditate on Genesis 49: 10.<br /><br />Who is this<br />That cometh from Edom?<br />His Cross is splattered in red.<br />Egypt is burning.<br />I will tread them<br />In mine anger.<br />Egypt is burning.<br />The handmaid despised Sarai.<br />Egypt is burning.<br />Do not reject<br />His Precious Blood.<br />Egypt is burning.Tim Sheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07931913325290043598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735438988218815758.post-31776307315191528502011-05-19T11:04:08.138-07:002011-05-19T11:04:08.138-07:00I have read a few of your poems. You are desperat...I have read a few of your poems. You are desperate for God and this is beautiful.<br /><br />The Lord healed me of manic-depression (demonic bondage) back in 1986. It is great to be freed from that darkness.<br /><br />I have been hitchhiking the United States for most of 15 years now. Here is a poem that I hope you like:<br /><br />Goodbye, Las Vegas <br />By Tim Shey <br /><br />“Unreal City, <br />Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, <br />A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, <br />I had not thought death had undone so many.” <br /><br />“He who was living is now dead <br />We who were living are now dying” <br /><br />“Falling towers <br />Jerusalem Athens Alexandria <br />Vienna London <br />Unreal”<br /><br />--T.S. Eliot <br />“The Waste Land” <br /><br /><br /><br />Desert jackals <br />Run to their destruction <br />Hollow eyes see nothing <br />Behind shades of glass <br />Painted Jezebel faces <br />Unrecognized by man <br />Mourning becomes electric <br />As piercing city lights <br />Rape the virgin night <br /><br />This place never sleeps <br />And never awakes from death <br />Black Jack table bait <br />Roll-the-dice breath <br />Throw your money down <br />This is casino heaven <br />Idolatry never felt so good <br /><br />This harlot language doesn’t speak <br />Straw fires always burn fast <br />I see the Prophet Jeremiah weeping <br />Over a people brought down to bankruptcy <br />By a Queen, a King and three Aces <br /><br />A hitchhiker wanders hardened streets <br />With his burden on his back <br />This is the heart of darkness <br />Lifeless buildings built with foolish gold <br /><br />I see Sodom burning <br />And bodies turned to ash <br />They were very fluent <br />In arrogance, pride, adultery <br />And enviropaganspeak <br /><br />You have sold your soul to Satan <br />Do you remember Noah’s Flood? <br />The City of David was sacked by Romans <br />And America by Marxist-Darwin thugs <br /><br />The Stranger leaves the graveyard <br />And the stench of Vegas Past <br />And hitches a ride to Barstow <br />Across the relentless Mohave <br />On Interstate FifteenTim Sheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07931913325290043598noreply@blogger.com