exposed to wild fire

lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 32

the Truth is stranger than fiction – “Exposed…”:

theillalogicalspoon – Wild Fire:

The trees sing to the empire (Isaiah 14:8):
“Since you were laid low no tree cutter come against us.”
In the tree farmed managed moments of our lives. Our bark wasn’t strong to the lightning
Blackest night, bare branch, the moon is dead. O, come back that the light may be born again
Ideas are old, there’s no place to begin. Come O fiery Lord Undomesticated

Sow your seeds in the morning, don’t be idle in the evening, You don’t know what may grow
And the trees sing to us all: “Time for talking is done. This is a battle cry. Stand with us against the civilized.
This war they started soon will end, There are two sides now and only one will win.
Our branches are strong and our roots are deep, come feral children awake from sleep!”

There is fire in Your coming there is fire in Your eyes there is fire that we all must pass through only what’s of You survives
Baptize us in Holy Fire we surrender all our goods unto Your hands we commend our flesh and spirits till the end

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wisconsin blue pepper poetry

lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 34

theillalogicalspoon – wisconsin blue pepper:

poetry reading

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our sword

lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 35

psalters – sword:

Oh if you have an ear then hear God alone wise and true
Tho’ all be found liars in this merchantful abyss
Reject the dragon’s billboards, false christs false hopes away
God pulls our wrists out from history’s razor blade
The fists of manifestos quietly fall in line
This present age, it roars…the contents the same: conform

O Bride be dressed in readiness
Your Beloved’s near the door and
You will lack nothing if armed with your sword

Spirit blade to pierce the throat of the blasphemous beast
Stare in its light, eternal propaganda cease

Dance until this world’s white dress falls off by His mercy
And in the early hours of the morn, exposed to the Word – transform!

O Lover, know the scroll is not itself the bread of life
Reveals Him called Faithful and True on a white horse rides

With justice and eyes of fire “from His mouth comes a Sword” says a voice
“To strike the nations down be glad and rejoice!”
The Spirit and the bride, they cry
“Come Alpha and Omega, wound us with longing more, God, Living Word, our Lord”
from The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles, released June 14, 2006

Scripture reading:

Matthew 17: 14-20

When they came to the crowd, a man came to him, knelt before him, and said, “Lord, have mercy on my son, for he is an epileptic and he suffers terribly; he often falls into the fire and often into the water. And I brought him to your disciples, but they could not cure him.” Jesus answered, “You faithless and perverse generation, how much longer must I be with you? How much longer must I put up with you? Bring him here to me.” And Jesus rebuked the demon, and it came out of him, and the boy was cured instantly. Then the disciples came to Jesus privately and said, “Why could we not cast it out?” He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.”

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singing through fields of green

lkisaid thoughts, sounds and creative miscellany episode 45

theillalogicalspoon – fields of green

The fields of green that we passed by
We had other things on our mind.
You said let’s leave, I said I’m game
You meant right out of this old state.
we saw some sights, we turned around. We ended up back here in town (Jackson?)

from experiment #3: remember your creator in the days of your youth, released April 15, 2008

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