Pharisaic Vision

Pharisee what's it like to finally see

That grace plays a larger role in love than you expected.

You preach from the liar's chair that law

and order are the two legs of Chuck Norris

But you don't fear a round house kick to the face.

There is blood on your hands from the "lost" that died

For they never knew that their Shepherd had his arms open.

Your speaking death into dry bones

and acting like it's the greatest cigar you've ever smoked.

It's cheap and trite like your stupid workshop

where you tell us that living in two kingdoms is a sin

Who are you to tell me that the old way of working is still the best?

This is a point of transition to a new way of thinking

No longer Sin Management Systems

but The Grace Company

and Love Incorporated.

You are so wrong in the way you speak

It's almost as if your picking out the road signs we have laid for seekers

Your false teachings will come with a consequence

You don't know where we are

Or where they have been

You have sat in your ivory tower with books and books

Relationship takes time but you stuff your face with Ramen

Unwilling to put the work in to cook the meal

You will be food for worms

7/30 & 8/30

7/30

This could be anywhere in the world but it seems to have infected my heart.
I must carry the pains in my chest until my breath ceases.
It must be the separation because I never held this hurt when I was near you.
This all seems so dark to me now as I look through glass at the creatures gazing down on me.
I wish I had the words.
David was a man after Your heart oh Lord and I
seem to have been turned around and I find my home among your waste.
Let me lament to the nations because I am just a Pharisee as long as I live among these thieves.
I was supposed to do it all for the sake of the Gospel.
become all things to save some by all means and
I have been stuck in this role
replaying my sins in my mind
as the people I have used walk past me day and night.
My God won’t you ease the pain on this heart of me
for I am afraid that it might break in time
for my brain is conflicting itself and I cant

control my motor skills and my hands will defeat me!
Wrapped tight around my throat, my closet holds no bones

8/30

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
but if I’m deaf can I still hear it?

6/30

Across the masses lies a look of terror

It has fallen asleep inside of their bones

When they crack their knuckles it awakens.

Reminds them of the death they shall taste.

Princess, Peach, and schemes.

An orphan plays his accordion like a disease.

she times her steps in twos and threes never stepping on the cracks.

The car passes by on the west end of town to distract the young officer

He sees money.

They steal the money.

A bell rings out in the open air like a bullet cut through the forehead of our leader.

Mr. President is down.

He's bleeding cotton candy clouds of ideas that will never go settled.

Dreamers dream nightmares of watching their creations burn in the fires like books in the Holocaust.

Moral equivalence, I think not.

My hands have been frozen to my side for 11 minutes now.

The Executive is still dead.

Hope. Yes we can.

5/30

Trapped in chains that vision cannot surmise

Compromised by the fabrication of a thing called time

and they wonder why I'm not good with my words.

I've got a gag in my throat and a coal on my tongue.

It's so cold in here my pectorals have testicles.

I keep repeating myself.

I've used up all of my vocabulary.

Oh lover, the Lord has left us.

Let's make the same mistakes that we used to on Sunday afternoons.

It is summer again, where is the love?

My life is for hire and they call this Stockholm Syndrome.

Diabolos, Slanderer, will you take my hand in marriage?

I've grown too dependent on a life of filth.

Take the claws in my sides and crack them.

Who needs ribs anyways?

Hearts are meant for sleeves not protective things

and I seem to have misplaced my gun.

Found it.

The force is strong with this one.

4/30

My life as an ordinary salesman

Wake, eat, sell, eat, sleep

Repeat.

Tell me that my life isn't worth living.

I've got 5 empty shells that say it is.

2/30 & 3/30

2/30

My lungs are all aflame with the water that is clogging them
Like cholesterol to the heart
They shall be filled with ominous things meant to break us down
And to kill
The home on the left once housed a famous madman
People thought he was sweet
Dutch angle of the floor to remind us of this crooked place
Adjust my heart with a leveler
There is a war going on for your mind and I am but a soldier
I won’t tell you to think but I will make you and you will hate it
What if I told you that the things you believed were false
What if I provided the evidence necessary to shake the Westboro Baptist Church
I hope your God burns on the cross so he has no body to resurrect with

3/30

Once there was a man from Nantucket
He died on a Tuesday
His wife had the arms of tree limbs in her backyard
She wore an apron
“World’s best cook”
She could only see past the kitchen counter.
Her daughter mowed the lawn
The chopped up blades would float around her like a hurricane
She turned green with money.
Envy was upon the horizon as the foreigners caught wind of our expenses.
They hurled bombs like Greek gods across an ocean of glass
our land was dented like a car in a wreck
We were wrecked.
Disaster zone.

Shrapnel flew across a forest.

6 men dug a foot each

The 7^th felt the warm sting of a viper in his back

He was from Nantucket.

They called him Joe

It was Monday.

1/30

My name is Danny and I talk too much.
I grew up playing baseball in the spring summer winter and fall, in that order.
I was always trying to be a daddy’s boy so i wouldn’t end up like Johnny,
the momma’s boy who loved dinosaurs a little too much
and dipped his Cheetos in his apple sauce
and played Pokemon like he was talking to God.
In fact I tried so hard that on my Fifth birthday,
my mom bought me a starter pack and red version
And in middle school they called me “stilts”
because I have half the blood of a Kamikaze running through me
but I’m surprised they didn’t call me stunts because id jump through hoops
with a triple back flip and a half pike jus for the red eye of Sauron to be focused on me
Oh what a wonderful life it is to chase the American dream like a mist in San Francisco
In high school I was average. That is all.
People talked to me and liked me.
And in college, life got hard.
It was like my mother’s brownies.
She always tried so hard.
I started standing on stages and preaching that life is so much more precious than we often think.
There is hope for us all and we just have to believe.
I was selling a message that I wasn’t even practicing,
Call me the Tiger Woods of morality.
Some day I’ll drink my Red punch and move on in this world. But it’s the same routine for now
Eat sleep repeat eat sleep repeat
Repeat, repeat, repent, repeat