Page one-hundred-seventy-one.

Check it.


he grinned.
This is Him.
Only Jesus.
He was the Messiah,
promised on the earth.
The spirit of truth.
He would soften hearts.
He was the Master.
He loved.
I do believe, Lord.
Help my unbelief.

Page two-hundred-forty.

An altered book poem to break things up (unless that’s all that I’ve been posting… I had these things scheduled in advance so for all I know, apocalyptic happenings could have commenced, and these poems still keep appearing).


the weapons favor the invisible,
panic-stricken struggle.
armed with fright
in a dark universe,
all the others were wild.

Page four.

Just another altered book poem (have you guessed what the original book was about yet?)


you love your quizzical house.
The revolutionist really did want to save
But how?
by blood, by death.
salvation for the people
wandering the wilderness.
the writers would hasten salvation.
the house demanded one innocent man,
promises made years ago.
the God of Israel
would die
the whole world would be better.