Transient, intangible, and yet eternal
Diaphanous dogma on wheeling wings

Taking our Self off the shelf to go
Are we listening to ourselves?

Revolving doors of carpetbags
Dancing dolls and critical hags

Praises we sing, hear them ring
Intellect down for the emotional count

Do I believe? I believe i need some air.
I'd walk across water for some peace.

Am I the devil in disguise?
Pegged by the preacher's smiling eyes?

So many others are here for the BBQ
My inner Jezebel giggles at the sight

Barely contained appetite and passion
Ensconced by so many crisp white lawn chairs

The spirit who walked Galilee's shores points out
If it wasnt for material there would be nothing spiritual here...

It is a shame to live in such twisted modern times
That even a devil feels crowded in Corporate worship

What is Real? When you are feeling the Matrix in church, what can you do except walk away?

Or should I eat the steak that my senses mistakenly tell me is succulent, tender, and juicy?

Frying pan meet fire,
Join me for a brotherly bowl in the grass