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Thursday, May 19, 2011
run away
my feet pound on the ground and i run
my muscles burn and i run
i breathe out of my mouth so fast
my heart bangs and almost falls out of my chest
I have read a few of your poems. You are desperate for God and this is beautiful.
The Lord healed me of manic-depression (demonic bondage) back in 1986. It is great to be freed from that darkness.
I have been hitchhiking the United States for most of 15 years now. Here is a poem that I hope you like:
Goodbye, Las Vegas By Tim Shey
“Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.”
“He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying”
“Falling towers Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London Unreal”
--T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land”
Desert jackals Run to their destruction Hollow eyes see nothing Behind shades of glass Painted Jezebel faces Unrecognized by man Mourning becomes electric As piercing city lights Rape the virgin night
This place never sleeps And never awakes from death Black Jack table bait Roll-the-dice breath Throw your money down This is casino heaven Idolatry never felt so good
This harlot language doesn’t speak Straw fires always burn fast I see the Prophet Jeremiah weeping Over a people brought down to bankruptcy By a Queen, a King and three Aces
A hitchhiker wanders hardened streets With his burden on his back This is the heart of darkness Lifeless buildings built with foolish gold
I see Sodom burning And bodies turned to ash They were very fluent In arrogance, pride, adultery And enviropaganspeak
You have sold your soul to Satan Do you remember Noah’s Flood? The City of David was sacked by Romans And America by Marxist-Darwin thugs
The Stranger leaves the graveyard And the stench of Vegas Past And hitches a ride to Barstow Across the relentless Mohave On Interstate Fifteen
Sons of Ishmael, The Scriptures have come full circle. The angel of the Lord said He would be a wild man. Abraham's firstborn was Isaac. Mount Moriah pointed towards Calvary.
Malachi said: Was not Esau Jacob's brother? The Lord said: Jacob I loved, Esau I hated. Cain murdered Abel; Joseph was hated by his brothers. Jesus was killed In the house of his friends. Hagar's offspring mocks The Messiah to this day.
Egypt is burning. Isaiah walks naked among you. Your sin and rebellion is Broadcast twenty-four seven On FOX and CNN.
Israel is no longer Jacob: He has power With God and men. Who can resist God's will?
The Lord is transforming The bloody Middle East. Shiloh is here in power: He couches as an old lion. The Tribe of Judah Rules in Zion. The City of David Is a state of rest: The Book of Hebrews, Chapter Four. Those who abide in Him Are already in New Jeru-Salem. All you have to do Is meditate on Genesis 49: 10.
Who is this That cometh from Edom? His Cross is splattered in red. Egypt is burning. I will tread them In mine anger. Egypt is burning. The handmaid despised Sarai. Egypt is burning. Do not reject His Precious Blood. Egypt is burning.
Brutal deathdance; My eyes weep blood. Pharisees smile like vipers, They laugh and mock their venom: Blind snakes leading The deaf and dumb multitude.
Where are my friends? The landscape is dry and desolate. They have stretched my shredded body On this humiliating tree.
The hands that healed And the feet that brought good news They have pierced With their fierce hatred.
The man-made whip That opened up my back Preaches from a proper pulpit. They sit in comfort: That vacant-eyed congregation. The respected, demon-possessed reverend Forks his tongue Scratching itchy ears While Cain bludgeons Abel into silence.
My flesh in tattered pieces Clots red and cold and sticks To the rough-hewn timber That props up my limp, vertical carcase Between heaven and earth. My life drips and puddles Below my feet, As I gaze down dizzily On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.
The chapter-and-versed wolves Jeer and taunt me. Their sheepwool clothing Is stained black with the furious violence Of their heart of stone. They worship me in lip service, But I confess, I never knew them (Though they are my creation).
My tongue tastes like ashes: It sticks to the roof of my mouth. I am so thirsty. This famine is too much for me. The bulls of Bashan have bled me white. Papa, into your hands I commend my Spirit.
Ethos February/March 1997 Iowa State University
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.”
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.
I have read a few of your poems. You are desperate for God and this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe Lord healed me of manic-depression (demonic bondage) back in 1986. It is great to be freed from that darkness.
I have been hitchhiking the United States for most of 15 years now. Here is a poem that I hope you like:
Goodbye, Las Vegas
By Tim Shey
“Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.”
“He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying”
“Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal”
--T.S. Eliot
“The Waste Land”
Desert jackals
Run to their destruction
Hollow eyes see nothing
Behind shades of glass
Painted Jezebel faces
Unrecognized by man
Mourning becomes electric
As piercing city lights
Rape the virgin night
This place never sleeps
And never awakes from death
Black Jack table bait
Roll-the-dice breath
Throw your money down
This is casino heaven
Idolatry never felt so good
This harlot language doesn’t speak
Straw fires always burn fast
I see the Prophet Jeremiah weeping
Over a people brought down to bankruptcy
By a Queen, a King and three Aces
A hitchhiker wanders hardened streets
With his burden on his back
This is the heart of darkness
Lifeless buildings built with foolish gold
I see Sodom burning
And bodies turned to ash
They were very fluent
In arrogance, pride, adultery
And enviropaganspeak
You have sold your soul to Satan
Do you remember Noah’s Flood?
The City of David was sacked by Romans
And America by Marxist-Darwin thugs
The Stranger leaves the graveyard
And the stench of Vegas Past
And hitches a ride to Barstow
Across the relentless Mohave
On Interstate Fifteen
Egypt is Burning
ReplyDeleteBy Tim Shey
Sons of Ishmael,
The Scriptures have come full circle.
The angel of the Lord said
He would be a wild man.
Abraham's firstborn was Isaac.
Mount Moriah pointed towards Calvary.
Malachi said:
Was not Esau Jacob's brother?
The Lord said:
Jacob I loved, Esau I hated.
Cain murdered Abel;
Joseph was hated by his brothers.
Jesus was killed
In the house of his friends.
Hagar's offspring mocks
The Messiah to this day.
Egypt is burning.
Isaiah walks naked among you.
Your sin and rebellion is
Broadcast twenty-four seven
On FOX and CNN.
Israel is no longer Jacob:
He has power
With God and men.
Who can resist God's will?
The Lord is transforming
The bloody Middle East.
Shiloh is here in power:
He couches as an old lion.
The Tribe of Judah
Rules in Zion.
The City of David
Is a state of rest:
The Book of Hebrews, Chapter Four.
Those who abide in Him
Are already in New Jeru-Salem.
All you have to do
Is meditate on Genesis 49: 10.
Who is this
That cometh from Edom?
His Cross is splattered in red.
Egypt is burning.
I will tread them
In mine anger.
Egypt is burning.
The handmaid despised Sarai.
Egypt is burning.
Do not reject
His Precious Blood.
Egypt is burning.
Shiloh
ReplyDeleteBy Tim Shey
Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.
Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.
The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.
The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.
My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.
The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).
My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.
Ethos
February/March 1997
Iowa State University
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.”
Can you send me your book, nomad man?
ReplyDeletei read into the wild and loved it- i think i would like yours too :)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteGo to this link:
http://hitchhikeamerica.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/high-plains-drifter-on-the-internet-archive/
I hope you like it. Take care.