03/17/2006 04:00 PM - Extinction Art Gallery
4th and Elgin, Downtown, Tulsa, OK 74101,US - Free
Tulsas coolest art gallery and venue 4-6 pm art gathering featuring Pauly Harts unique style of Abstract Expression, as well as Paulys Acid-Trance Music and even a poetry reading at 5PM!!!
A complete Trans-Media Experience!
Cost is free to all those who wish to come.
Directly following is a St. Paddys Pot-Luck/Irish Feast!!!
Come one and all to Tulsas Coolest Gallery!!!
Bring your favorite Irish goodies!!!
Ror more info call 918.955.4079
Thanks!
-pauly
LIVE VIA ME
Live @ The Gypsy
The amazing and sultry vocalizations of
PAULY HART
Valentines Day, Tuesday, Feb 14th
The Gypsy Coffeehouse
Downtown Tulsa Oklahoma
Between Detroit and Cincinnati, on Cameron
8 Pm(ish)
Free at the door, One drink min.
For more Info, go to: P a u l y H a r t . c o m
or call the gypsy @ 918 . 295 . 2181
The amazing and sultry vocalizations of
PAULY HART
Valentines Day, Tuesday, Feb 14th
The Gypsy Coffeehouse
Downtown Tulsa Oklahoma
Between Detroit and Cincinnati, on Cameron
8 Pm(ish)
Free at the door, One drink min.
For more Info, go to: P a u l y H a r t . c o m
or call the gypsy @ 918 . 295 . 2181
I was ready for forever
I was ready for forever
But life got in the way
I walked the path of the dead
And sat on Colemans grave
At the pantry of the village
Where the white horse comes to play
Where I loved you, loved you, loved you
Five long years seems like one day
I was ready for forever
And will be so when I die
I only hope that love can bloom
And be right by my side
And when I am a hundred
Sitting hand in hand
I want to have you near me
As we walk to the promised land
But life got in the way
I walked the path of the dead
And sat on Colemans grave
At the pantry of the village
Where the white horse comes to play
Where I loved you, loved you, loved you
Five long years seems like one day
I was ready for forever
And will be so when I die
I only hope that love can bloom
And be right by my side
And when I am a hundred
Sitting hand in hand
I want to have you near me
As we walk to the promised land
Forever grace
Forever grace to be mine.
Lost in the hand that holds
Crinkled in the depths of desire
Crushed by the love that gives
Forever grace to be mine
Is Jesus and his Fatherly face
Smiling upon me wisely forever
grace grace grace grace grace grace
grace grace grace grace grace
grace grace grace grace
grace grace grace
grace grace
grace
Forever grace
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Lost in the hand that holds
Crinkled in the depths of desire
Crushed by the love that gives
Forever grace to be mine
Is Jesus and his Fatherly face
Smiling upon me wisely forever
grace grace grace grace grace grace
grace grace grace grace grace
grace grace grace grace
grace grace grace
grace grace
grace
Forever grace
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
A poem for the hurting
Why are you feeling down?
Can you express your true self?
Would you feel better if you killed me?
Perhaps if you hurt a small animal?
Better not to sin for fun though.
God tends to frown on these things.
It's bad for your emotional stabilizer too.
Adriane. You are a weird and funny friend.
Here, I'll write you a poem:
Life is short
If time is right
Life with hope
Is life with light
Life is good
When life IS good
But life without life
Is no life at all
Because who needs a
life that sucks butt?
So smile - Jesus cares.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Can you express your true self?
Would you feel better if you killed me?
Perhaps if you hurt a small animal?
Better not to sin for fun though.
God tends to frown on these things.
It's bad for your emotional stabilizer too.
Adriane. You are a weird and funny friend.
Here, I'll write you a poem:
Life is short
If time is right
Life with hope
Is life with light
Life is good
When life IS good
But life without life
Is no life at all
Because who needs a
life that sucks butt?
So smile - Jesus cares.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Live
I always seem
To not believe
The world wide truth
Of awesome realms
Of Gods own love
Nobody cares
No one can see
Why do we shirk
Our destiny
My heart is Gods
The red wind blows
Between the lines
My Spirit flows
Upon my cries
And I know God
Can rescue me
I'm still just scared
Of what will
happen...
To my life
Is this right
Hear my cry
Let me just die
Here lie my dreams
And now my face
Why can't these crimes
Just be erased
Unzip my heart
And bridge my mind
Will you let me
Just live my life
Let me die
Let me be
Let me see
Let me live
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
To not believe
The world wide truth
Of awesome realms
Of Gods own love
Nobody cares
No one can see
Why do we shirk
Our destiny
My heart is Gods
The red wind blows
Between the lines
My Spirit flows
Upon my cries
And I know God
Can rescue me
I'm still just scared
Of what will
happen...
To my life
Is this right
Hear my cry
Let me just die
Here lie my dreams
And now my face
Why can't these crimes
Just be erased
Unzip my heart
And bridge my mind
Will you let me
Just live my life
Let me die
Let me be
Let me see
Let me live
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Mind set yet
Tenacity, or maybe audacity
perforates this earthly suit
I strive whole-heartedly towards
a Christ-like mind set yet
Why do I strive except
for my own selfish desire
And why do I desire it
To be the best "me" possible
But Jesus doesn't want "ME"
He just WANTS...
And it is an infidel,
Who tries to outguess God.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
perforates this earthly suit
I strive whole-heartedly towards
a Christ-like mind set yet
Why do I strive except
for my own selfish desire
And why do I desire it
To be the best "me" possible
But Jesus doesn't want "ME"
He just WANTS...
And it is an infidel,
Who tries to outguess God.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
After the bomb
The year is unknown. It is still our Planet in the general sense as we know it. No one really knows what happened to Terra Fima. We never achieved global harmony, the one world government was a failure, and in short... Things have changed. There are more than twelve billion people on the planet, and perhaps 68% of them are under the age of 30. The Nile Flu, H.I.V., Hanta, Crimson Death, and the latest Myra Virus have swept the Earth with ravaging destruction. The world is a world of growth and turmoil. After the third world war and the threat of a fourth, Nuclear power became almost obsolete. People had begun a world-conscious effort to live on a now toxic planet.
California had for the most part sunk into the sea at the end of the Twenty Second Century. The Hudson Bay had joined with Lake Superior. Most of the Islands of the Philippines and Indonesia have disappeared. Large desserts like the Sudan, The Mohave and most of Australia have become forests and grasslands. In contrast, most of the Jungles of South America, Asia and Africa were turned into charred remains of the greenery that it once was.
After World War III, There was not much left to tell of the history of our life. The only history is new history it seems... But it seems that knowledge was not lost. Many of the observations during this time were taken by a small newspaper in the small town of what was once Byrd, Kansas. Now that sight is the home of the New ARC Government... one of the largest Military governments known to the New Americas.
New technologies rose overnight. New companies rose and fell with the power of the stock market gone... Governments disintegrated into corporations and the odd militia... Regulations for medical experimentation, gun control, slavery, and the court system were virtually non-existent. Computers rose again. They were smaller. Faster. Cheaper. They were everywhere. Money became the TiXCard... A system that held Medical, Financial, Personal, and Criminal information on each and every person. Weaponry and Machines of war almost disappeared from public view... it seemed to be almost inaccessible to the normal person. Data was a more capable weapon to the public. Yet firepower was used. The police, gangs, and all employed by both the Militia and Corporations. Between these it was war and blood shed. It is an odd future. But it is ours.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
California had for the most part sunk into the sea at the end of the Twenty Second Century. The Hudson Bay had joined with Lake Superior. Most of the Islands of the Philippines and Indonesia have disappeared. Large desserts like the Sudan, The Mohave and most of Australia have become forests and grasslands. In contrast, most of the Jungles of South America, Asia and Africa were turned into charred remains of the greenery that it once was.
After World War III, There was not much left to tell of the history of our life. The only history is new history it seems... But it seems that knowledge was not lost. Many of the observations during this time were taken by a small newspaper in the small town of what was once Byrd, Kansas. Now that sight is the home of the New ARC Government... one of the largest Military governments known to the New Americas.
New technologies rose overnight. New companies rose and fell with the power of the stock market gone... Governments disintegrated into corporations and the odd militia... Regulations for medical experimentation, gun control, slavery, and the court system were virtually non-existent. Computers rose again. They were smaller. Faster. Cheaper. They were everywhere. Money became the TiXCard... A system that held Medical, Financial, Personal, and Criminal information on each and every person. Weaponry and Machines of war almost disappeared from public view... it seemed to be almost inaccessible to the normal person. Data was a more capable weapon to the public. Yet firepower was used. The police, gangs, and all employed by both the Militia and Corporations. Between these it was war and blood shed. It is an odd future. But it is ours.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Scatter/Hare Brain
A functionless Society serves no eternal good other than its own end. Unexcited and disturbing was my heart ripped open and thrown into the fire. Salty lips are paradox when whispered in a velvet box. All of these indescrepancies should be thrown out of the way. Everybody touch my soul, there's no place else to go. There are crazy people who desire to make you do strange things. These are unwanted and uninvited things. These are the people who suck. I cannot contain life, it contains me. Forgiveness is sudden desperation, turned inside out.
Dedicated to Joshy
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Dedicated to Joshy
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
One and three
Save myself from dying
Heal my love from crying
Take my heart my Jesus
How can I help my bleeding
It's winter time and I realize
My dreams have become atrophied
Your spotlight on my life diminishes
Create in me a clean heart
I fall away I don't like it
I burn my soul, deny me pride
My soul is renewed in your hope
Please heal this iconoclast
Take my broken wings
Heal my soul from dying
How is life so empty?
When does time stand still?
The last odd day was
11-19-1999
and it won't happen again until
1-1-3111
and since that's so far away...
it doesn't help me now.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Heal my love from crying
Take my heart my Jesus
How can I help my bleeding
It's winter time and I realize
My dreams have become atrophied
Your spotlight on my life diminishes
Create in me a clean heart
I fall away I don't like it
I burn my soul, deny me pride
My soul is renewed in your hope
Please heal this iconoclast
Take my broken wings
Heal my soul from dying
How is life so empty?
When does time stand still?
The last odd day was
11-19-1999
and it won't happen again until
1-1-3111
and since that's so far away...
it doesn't help me now.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Duece Tri Ott
Many Moons smile and glow
Day after day they come
Nights then they go
They favor no one
They smile their white face
They illuminate the dark
They rise different
But the same
A new face every month
Day after day
slivered or full
or waxing or new
waning to reach out
and touch my soul
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Day after day they come
Nights then they go
They favor no one
They smile their white face
They illuminate the dark
They rise different
But the same
A new face every month
Day after day
slivered or full
or waxing or new
waning to reach out
and touch my soul
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The Drop
Drops of life
continue
down
in your
soul
and you open
your heart
and let
Christ
become
your reality
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
continue
down
in your
soul
and you open
your heart
and let
Christ
become
your reality
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Couch Potato and Tranquillity act
Life pilots my direction. Pinpoints my way.
Life qualifies position. Determines the day.
"Are we going home now?" he asked.
"no", she said, "we're going to grandma's".
Quintuplets of faith (estimates of the salvation experience)
The appraisal of true happiness (an assurance adjuster)
The lamp shown bright, and shown on true.
As it was turned on, it dispelled the darkness.
...and she rode the wild stallion
...and she conquered the savage
...and she returned the victor
...and she yearned for acclimation
Hilarious Hispanics came by
they wanted pie
I gave them apple
they waved goodbye
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Life qualifies position. Determines the day.
"Are we going home now?" he asked.
"no", she said, "we're going to grandma's".
Quintuplets of faith (estimates of the salvation experience)
The appraisal of true happiness (an assurance adjuster)
The lamp shown bright, and shown on true.
As it was turned on, it dispelled the darkness.
...and she rode the wild stallion
...and she conquered the savage
...and she returned the victor
...and she yearned for acclimation
Hilarious Hispanics came by
they wanted pie
I gave them apple
they waved goodbye
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Despise
I despise evil that hurts
I despise victims that whine
I despise demonic torture
I despise myself despising
I want it to last, when I rejoice
It want it to be special
I wish my sore spirit would heal
I wish I could fly unhindered
Destination: Detox
Cleansing: Soulspire
Reflux: Determination
Redemption: Possible
I despise not flying
I despise not infesting
I despise not requesting
I despise myself despising
I need the redemption
I crave Gods touch
I return, the faithless warrior
I besmirch nothing in love
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I despise victims that whine
I despise demonic torture
I despise myself despising
I want it to last, when I rejoice
It want it to be special
I wish my sore spirit would heal
I wish I could fly unhindered
Destination: Detox
Cleansing: Soulspire
Reflux: Determination
Redemption: Possible
I despise not flying
I despise not infesting
I despise not requesting
I despise myself despising
I need the redemption
I crave Gods touch
I return, the faithless warrior
I besmirch nothing in love
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Janet Reno and Jesus
Janet Reno and Jesus
So I thought about the end of the world...
About the ATF killing children in Waco.
And all I could come up with was fate.
Fate is a diseased poison. A rebel idealism.
FEMA and the Clinton Administration...
Where can we go right? Hmmm...
I have no idea of the outcome of us.
The USA and the permanent state of confusion.
I forgot about the tip for the waiter...
Who's land is used? Who's waters abused?
I never thought I would write the term down:
Y2K
This is my first time.
I don't like it.
It disturbs me.
It is wrong to focus...
On something
other than
Christ.
Copyright 1999 by pauly hart
So I thought about the end of the world...
About the ATF killing children in Waco.
And all I could come up with was fate.
Fate is a diseased poison. A rebel idealism.
FEMA and the Clinton Administration...
Where can we go right? Hmmm...
I have no idea of the outcome of us.
The USA and the permanent state of confusion.
I forgot about the tip for the waiter...
Who's land is used? Who's waters abused?
I never thought I would write the term down:
Y2K
This is my first time.
I don't like it.
It disturbs me.
It is wrong to focus...
On something
other than
Christ.
Copyright 1999 by pauly hart
Flavor
My Vanilla
Drips
Forming White
Smudges
Plop It
Goes
And I
Grimace
But Also
Think
My Patience
Runs
Down My
Hand
But I
Wish
That I
Had
A Special
Flavor
For My
Shoes
To Go
With
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Drips
Forming White
Smudges
Plop It
Goes
And I
Grimace
But Also
Think
My Patience
Runs
Down My
Hand
But I
Wish
That I
Had
A Special
Flavor
For My
Shoes
To Go
With
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Pervert just like me
The pale soul continues in lust
A hard heart denies Gods Agape
The troubled one drools over women
The shallow spirit of the oppressed
Breaking the tenth commandment
Following up with breaking the seventh
And you end up in pain, denying God
As you mess in your pants daily
Spend every last minute of every last day
Feeling smutty with no need of Church
Your church is found in the whores promises
And you get yourself together to sin
The bookstores hold only one thing for you
And that is mental waste
You lie to yourself saying:
"I need the release."
"Pornea" is a greek word
That has become your salvation
It is only a sinners substitute
For God
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
A hard heart denies Gods Agape
The troubled one drools over women
The shallow spirit of the oppressed
Breaking the tenth commandment
Following up with breaking the seventh
And you end up in pain, denying God
As you mess in your pants daily
Spend every last minute of every last day
Feeling smutty with no need of Church
Your church is found in the whores promises
And you get yourself together to sin
The bookstores hold only one thing for you
And that is mental waste
You lie to yourself saying:
"I need the release."
"Pornea" is a greek word
That has become your salvation
It is only a sinners substitute
For God
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Why my soul does not fly with the rest
Why my soul does not fly
Is not a question of faith
It's the shivers I get
When I falter and fall
Why my heart bitter dreams
Of a Loneliness grasped
Draping over my eyes
Like a thick flag of fear
In my dreams I consume
All my heartaches, my shame
While walking to tears
That wet my pillow
Why my soul does not fly
I can easily see
I was betrayed by the girl
Who comes only now in sleep
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Is not a question of faith
It's the shivers I get
When I falter and fall
Why my heart bitter dreams
Of a Loneliness grasped
Draping over my eyes
Like a thick flag of fear
In my dreams I consume
All my heartaches, my shame
While walking to tears
That wet my pillow
Why my soul does not fly
I can easily see
I was betrayed by the girl
Who comes only now in sleep
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Unto
(A Psalm)
Jesus Christ, Savior Messiah.
You are my everlasting friend.
Be with me now both here and forever.
Be with me unto life's bitter end.
I know that you never will give up on me.
I know that you never will forsake.
Give me the strength to know your love.
Help me for the gospels sake.
Your Word stands strong above the hills.
The mountains shout eternally.
Everlasting heart felt kinship.
The joy this prisoner saw in thee.
I shout your song above the earth.
I sing your song beneath the sea.
Heaven and Earth shall now bear witness.
I in You and You in Me.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Jesus Christ, Savior Messiah.
You are my everlasting friend.
Be with me now both here and forever.
Be with me unto life's bitter end.
I know that you never will give up on me.
I know that you never will forsake.
Give me the strength to know your love.
Help me for the gospels sake.
Your Word stands strong above the hills.
The mountains shout eternally.
Everlasting heart felt kinship.
The joy this prisoner saw in thee.
I shout your song above the earth.
I sing your song beneath the sea.
Heaven and Earth shall now bear witness.
I in You and You in Me.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Yeah, right.
The greatest miracle that this world ever saw was not when Jesus came to the earth as a human. No, the greatest miracle as well as the greatest act of faith began when Christ was killed and died. For it was at this miracle beginning time that several things happened at once.
First of all, Christ, or, God-made-flesh, had died. A seemingly unexpected and unprepared-for act of the greatest importance. It is debated whether God-made-flesh descended into Hell and wrestled with Lucifer for the Keys to Death and the grave, or whether he went to Abraham bosom, and showed himself to them, giving the first rapture. He could have died Spiritually. No one but God knows for sure.
Second of all, The Father, or Jehovah, had rejected a part of himself. Because Christ had taken all sin, sickness, disease, and poverty upon himself at the cross, Father could no longer look upon him. He turned his back and allowed his favor to lift. Hence, causing the greatest separation since the first, in the garden.
Thirdly, The Spirit, or the Comforter, left the ark of the Covenant. For centuries, since the time of Moses, He had dwelled in this Ark. Inside of tabernacles, and several different temples, He had resided with His people. But now, with the curtain tore in two, He apparently turned His back on Christ as well.
Fourthly, all of Hades, Hell, Sheol, Abbadon, Gehena, Tardes, Death, and the Grave rejoiced. Not to mention the Fallen Angels, Principalities, Powers, Rulers, Nephilim, Demons, Devils, Foul Spirits, The Strongman, Beelzebub, and especially the Great Deceiver himself; had one Hell of a party.
But I really think that the greatest thing, the single act of sheer obedience to bring the world to attention was the fact that Christ trusted The Father to bring Him back from the dead. He preached and healed in faith, He lived in faith, He was taken before court in faith, He was beaten in faith, and He was ripped and shredded in faith. Faith that the Father would be true to His word. Faith that the joy set before Him would become a reality. Think about it. Without that one holy act of faith, Christ may never have died. He had the power not to didn't He? He might still be alive today. But He had to. But without that act of total obedience, and without the sovereign act of the Father, Jesus might still be in Hell today.
Yeah right, like that could ever happen.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
First of all, Christ, or, God-made-flesh, had died. A seemingly unexpected and unprepared-for act of the greatest importance. It is debated whether God-made-flesh descended into Hell and wrestled with Lucifer for the Keys to Death and the grave, or whether he went to Abraham bosom, and showed himself to them, giving the first rapture. He could have died Spiritually. No one but God knows for sure.
Second of all, The Father, or Jehovah, had rejected a part of himself. Because Christ had taken all sin, sickness, disease, and poverty upon himself at the cross, Father could no longer look upon him. He turned his back and allowed his favor to lift. Hence, causing the greatest separation since the first, in the garden.
Thirdly, The Spirit, or the Comforter, left the ark of the Covenant. For centuries, since the time of Moses, He had dwelled in this Ark. Inside of tabernacles, and several different temples, He had resided with His people. But now, with the curtain tore in two, He apparently turned His back on Christ as well.
Fourthly, all of Hades, Hell, Sheol, Abbadon, Gehena, Tardes, Death, and the Grave rejoiced. Not to mention the Fallen Angels, Principalities, Powers, Rulers, Nephilim, Demons, Devils, Foul Spirits, The Strongman, Beelzebub, and especially the Great Deceiver himself; had one Hell of a party.
But I really think that the greatest thing, the single act of sheer obedience to bring the world to attention was the fact that Christ trusted The Father to bring Him back from the dead. He preached and healed in faith, He lived in faith, He was taken before court in faith, He was beaten in faith, and He was ripped and shredded in faith. Faith that the Father would be true to His word. Faith that the joy set before Him would become a reality. Think about it. Without that one holy act of faith, Christ may never have died. He had the power not to didn't He? He might still be alive today. But He had to. But without that act of total obedience, and without the sovereign act of the Father, Jesus might still be in Hell today.
Yeah right, like that could ever happen.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
This small life
Lands we will reach as we sail away but I don't want to let this life pass by. But how can we go anywhere when we don't have the courage to leave our homes? There was a bundle of blue yarn sitting on the desk next to me as i thought. Will my life amount to a hill of beans, or will I suffer in ignorance like the rest? My cute black puppy knows its purpose in its small miserable life, why don't I? People riding the busses, people working hard, driving the busses for them. Destinations posted on the front of the bus illuminating the marquee. I will season my thoughts over my heart and season it like some dry jerky. For it is been drained like from some sick hemomaniac. Heart sucked dry. We hold on to the most insane of ideas. We try too hard. We struggle. Like unto a mudskipper who believes it is his time to evolve are we. It won't be easy, it might be tricky, but we can't give up, we won't give up. This small life we partake of... Can the Madams or Psychic Friends help us? They can not evolve us... Who can add height or depth to himself by worrying? This small life we dream of is lost on the chords of some celestial guitarist. Does anyone know who we really are, or where this ghost train is taking us? The fog that we travel through, on our way to oblivion, Mother Mary help us. We struggle and strive and dream and sweat and eventually have our hearts sucked. Like as unto by some craven necrophiliac, as we lie in our tombs, we are abused. This small life is surrounded by darkness, except for that one small shaft of light. The light of Christ. The promise of the Jews and the hope of the Gentiles is He.
My shaft of light. My hope. My way. All the way my Savior will guide and help me through my small, so small life. And He will lead me to the bus station of my destiny.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
My shaft of light. My hope. My way. All the way my Savior will guide and help me through my small, so small life. And He will lead me to the bus station of my destiny.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
For ye are
Shakers.
Shaken forth by the Lord of minerals.
Salt spewn into the world recklessly.
Purposefully and thoughtfully thrown.
Some of us fell on good ground.
Some not.
Tenderizing hard hearts, preserving morality, melting, and dissolving.
One out of six we are.
One billion people strong.
Why have we not done our part, we granules?
Shall we be as those worthless?
Shall we be cast away into the fire?
What shall happen to us if we lose our flavor?
When flavor goes, value goes.
Why, oh why do we still stay in the sea where it is safe?
Who are we hiding from?
Why are we hiding?
Are we in fear of those land-locked artesian poisons?
Or from the bottling companies who ship them world wide?
Do you realize that they actually sell that blasphemy?
As we are, we only affect the shores and coastlines.
We prefer our solitude, our own little conventions instead of going inland.
I fear it is not us who surround the seven islands, but it is they who surround us.
Shall we not go?
Have we forgotten our purpose in life?
Why have we lost our devotion to our first and our only true love?
For the Spirit hovered over us in the beginning,
and He hovers over us still today.
For we are the salt of the earth.
We are, and no one else.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Shaken forth by the Lord of minerals.
Salt spewn into the world recklessly.
Purposefully and thoughtfully thrown.
Some of us fell on good ground.
Some not.
Tenderizing hard hearts, preserving morality, melting, and dissolving.
One out of six we are.
One billion people strong.
Why have we not done our part, we granules?
Shall we be as those worthless?
Shall we be cast away into the fire?
What shall happen to us if we lose our flavor?
When flavor goes, value goes.
Why, oh why do we still stay in the sea where it is safe?
Who are we hiding from?
Why are we hiding?
Are we in fear of those land-locked artesian poisons?
Or from the bottling companies who ship them world wide?
Do you realize that they actually sell that blasphemy?
As we are, we only affect the shores and coastlines.
We prefer our solitude, our own little conventions instead of going inland.
I fear it is not us who surround the seven islands, but it is they who surround us.
Shall we not go?
Have we forgotten our purpose in life?
Why have we lost our devotion to our first and our only true love?
For the Spirit hovered over us in the beginning,
and He hovers over us still today.
For we are the salt of the earth.
We are, and no one else.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Vanguard
Forward. Toward. Closer to the war I am spurred.
Like a horse charging into war. A war with myself.
I run to the enemy. Evil, vile, and demiseful. How
I loath his very existence. His death is my wish.
Even now I wish for the sword of vengeance upon
him. To banish him forever into the wracking pit of
despair. I feel my blood pulsing, coursing, racing
through my veins. I feel strength. Unnatural.
Supernatural. And it surges. I am His strength.
How I long to crush the enemy. To inflict upon him
the debt due. Sword, Lance, Axe, Mace, Javelin,
Spear or like. I swing into the melee with all that I
am. The Lord of Banners is who I fight for. I am
like a sword, and I am unsheathed upon the
darkness by His stout and surely arm. I am His
weapon, and He is my victory. The enemy shall
not prevail. He shall come down. The Lord has
given me the power to crush the dragons head.
And I intend to use that power. Like a rod. Like a
sword. The wicked shall be matched. And they
shall come down willingly, or by my mighty Hand.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Like a horse charging into war. A war with myself.
I run to the enemy. Evil, vile, and demiseful. How
I loath his very existence. His death is my wish.
Even now I wish for the sword of vengeance upon
him. To banish him forever into the wracking pit of
despair. I feel my blood pulsing, coursing, racing
through my veins. I feel strength. Unnatural.
Supernatural. And it surges. I am His strength.
How I long to crush the enemy. To inflict upon him
the debt due. Sword, Lance, Axe, Mace, Javelin,
Spear or like. I swing into the melee with all that I
am. The Lord of Banners is who I fight for. I am
like a sword, and I am unsheathed upon the
darkness by His stout and surely arm. I am His
weapon, and He is my victory. The enemy shall
not prevail. He shall come down. The Lord has
given me the power to crush the dragons head.
And I intend to use that power. Like a rod. Like a
sword. The wicked shall be matched. And they
shall come down willingly, or by my mighty Hand.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
That's all I have to say!
First of all as I stand before you today I would
I like to say that to live the life of ultimate freedom
One must first of all never expect to be free
To live the life of ultimate liberty
One must never expect to live their life
To live the life of ultimate prosperity
One must never expect to be rich
To live the life of ultimate success
One must never expect to achieve
For when the goal supersedes the means
The goal becomes utterly worthless
Or when we lose our peace
Nothing is worthwhile at any time
For Christianity and morality often conflict
Nature and spirituality are not are not synonymous
There is never a parallel between greed and freedom
The supreme difference between the Kingdom of God
Being at hand and being in holistic accord
with the Universal "Consciousness" is that
One has to deal with an inner decision based on love
And one deals with the progression of
A perverse sense of self-importance
I'm not sure that we can find a heaven
Here on earth but I'm quite sure that
We need not have a Hell here either
And the only reason that we're still here
on the earth is to tell others about Him
and to learn how to worship Him because
Will we ever lead someone to Christ in Heaven?
I don't think so.
And that's all I have to say.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I like to say that to live the life of ultimate freedom
One must first of all never expect to be free
To live the life of ultimate liberty
One must never expect to live their life
To live the life of ultimate prosperity
One must never expect to be rich
To live the life of ultimate success
One must never expect to achieve
For when the goal supersedes the means
The goal becomes utterly worthless
Or when we lose our peace
Nothing is worthwhile at any time
For Christianity and morality often conflict
Nature and spirituality are not are not synonymous
There is never a parallel between greed and freedom
The supreme difference between the Kingdom of God
Being at hand and being in holistic accord
with the Universal "Consciousness" is that
One has to deal with an inner decision based on love
And one deals with the progression of
A perverse sense of self-importance
I'm not sure that we can find a heaven
Here on earth but I'm quite sure that
We need not have a Hell here either
And the only reason that we're still here
on the earth is to tell others about Him
and to learn how to worship Him because
Will we ever lead someone to Christ in Heaven?
I don't think so.
And that's all I have to say.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Spirit God
Sing Hallelujah to the King of Kings...
Hallelujah to the lamb,
Sing Hallelujah to the Lord of Lords...
Who is the great "I Am",
Lord Jehovah reigns in majesty...
we will bow before his throne,
We will worship him in righteousness...
we will worship him alone,
Holy Comforter and Spirit God...
You are powerful and true,
Great in wisdom and in mighty deed...
gracious thanks we give to you,
Thank you Father, Son, and Holy Ghost...
thank you God of all that is,
You created each and everything...
All creation sings "You live".
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Hallelujah to the lamb,
Sing Hallelujah to the Lord of Lords...
Who is the great "I Am",
Lord Jehovah reigns in majesty...
we will bow before his throne,
We will worship him in righteousness...
we will worship him alone,
Holy Comforter and Spirit God...
You are powerful and true,
Great in wisdom and in mighty deed...
gracious thanks we give to you,
Thank you Father, Son, and Holy Ghost...
thank you God of all that is,
You created each and everything...
All creation sings "You live".
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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