The Garden Keeper

Label the day, label the morrow
Label belief, label the sorrow
A word for this, a word for that
A word changing, the meaning of it

I am not this, I am not that
I reject you, I reject that
I am me, no word simplicity
Chain me not, verbal stupidity

I have faith in God with all my heart
But you divide rationality verily apart
Fourth ring of hell, the sand devours
Grows the beast greedy, of the powers

Drunk with lust, the beast grows strong
Divisions cast shadows, upon the sun
Seeking truth, they are mislead
By the serpents shadow all are dead

So inward strength, I turn to seek
To reclaim a stone purged from weak
My Cherubim garden keeper strong
How I wish to learn to sing along

Tidal force welling up perfused
By mighty keeper Cherubim dues
Give me strength to grow strong
Protect the weak from the wrong

How I wish to fight no more
Weary grown from all the sore
Onward to what, must be done
For righteous purpose continue on

Weary of meaningless life pursue
Pleasure fades from every view
Ready for the next world to be
A life made simpler all I wish to see



Turning Inward; Spiritual Alchemy
Philo Lapis

Suicidal Homily

All systems, there exists a miss
All groups, outlying prevalence
For the rose, there is red and blue
For each number, another equal too

A time of piece, a time of war
A time of love, a time no more
At times the birds preach a song
The children play, smile, grow strong

All within, exists darkness and light
All choose according, to what seems right
As one shoots to miss, another shoots murderous
As one seems strong, the same crumbles ominous

Shadows are cast from, sun not shadow
As last breathes are breathed, from a fellow
The earth increases, in her speed
As the foolish children, lust to feed

And they gather to what, they think makes them strong
All the while weakened, and dragged along
Until heaven realizes, this cannot due
And intervenes, to stop the stupid few

That which resembles a paradise most
Like quick sand, drags along the host
Before awareness, sacrosanct arrives at last
To late awareness, must have already past

So doomed to hell the mass is sent
So cursed by holy sacrament
That the seeing are, to blind to see
While the blind see clearly, all to be


A Bloody Homily



No More!
Philo Lapis

History Best Known

In all the worlds, there is no truer sense
The devils preferred better, the ones acquiescent
Rationality subdued, we’re led to reprehense
The alter to slaughter, our common sense

Misfortunes smiling, at our blind pursuits
Doth lead us the errand, of blind roots
Settling on the task, of folly presumed
Those like natured souls, likewise subdued

In there submission, blood contract is signed
That our children shall thus, also be confined
And so to there fathers’, errors are sown
The folly of honor, written in stone

Thus presumes histories, repetition of way
That are children shall make slaughter, of old, the new way
The babes from the breast, thus snatched from the vine
In order to make of children, slaughter of wine

Offered to Satan, in the most irrational of way
We proclaim truth, upon the naked, the dead and dismay
And so continue, your preposterous way
Until the living are no more and nothing to say



The Awful Truth
Philo Lapis