Ogr81 woke up to music playing off a static soaked alarm clock...

Some people like to fill the world with silly love songs
I look around me and I see that this is so...

Why was the alarm set?
Something he shouldn't forget?
Something he'ld regret?
Should he be upset?

So what's wrong with that...
I'ld like to know...
Cos here I go...
Doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo-doo

He did what he did when he first opened his eyes everyday...said the lords prayer

Our father...who art in heaven...

Doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo

Hallowed be thy name

Oww!  Ogr811 head hurt.

Thy kingdom come...
Thy kingdom come...

"That's right!" he remembered.  He drank a few with that girl at the  party...she was an angel...

Doo-doo doo-doo...

Thy kingdom come...

They talked about ww3
...and comet ison...
polar shifts and continental drifts...
the struggle to be free...
the new moon risen...
Religious rifts and face lifts...
...and the conspiracy of NWO...
...New World Order...

...so what's wrong with that...

Thy kingdom come...

Ogr81 dropped his earthly recollections of the night before to finish the Lords prayer.  When done, he grappled under the bed for a bottle of internet ink...or I-ink as was the latest jargon.  His hand happened upon a bottle of beer, several socks, a playbook, another bottle of beer (or was it the same one?) which he cast aside until he felt the familiar plastic round bottle of the I-ink.  He yanked it out and stuck it in front of his squinting eyes...less then a quarter of a bottle left...hopefully it would be enough...

He almost lost the girls attention the night before by saying he hoped for a new world order.

"What!” she protested.  "You want to forced into a FEMA camp and killed!"

A new song started on the cheesy music box...

What would you do
If I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me...

"Lend me your ear," he began writing
And then your eyes
Your choice,
Your voice,
Your heart,
Your part,
Give it freely
And so will I

He had to justify to her, that he felt a new world order was not only a good thing, but inevidible.  Not a tiddle of Gods' law would change until His Word is complete...or something like that...

...and I'll try not to sing out of key...

When, in the Lords' prayer, someone says, "Thy kingdom come," they are praying for a new world order.

The difference being, a new world order under man...yeah, it could involve nasty crap like killing off populations with a lie, but under God, it's what has been happening since the dawn of mankind, without fail, every moment of every day, to everyone...irregardless of their religious slants, disposition or propensity to the opposite...it always has been and always will be His immutable law, that we should steadily become a brotherhood of man, or more accurately, a more tolerant humanity.

...What do you see when you turn out the lights...

"Sing me a song"...he continued to write to the world
It can't be wrong
Even if you don't feel the same
It won't take long
Before I can sing along
For no-one is to blame

I get by with a little help from my friends....

At least they had sorted it out by the end of the evening.  But what happened to her, he wondered...

I get high with a little help from my friends...

Ogr81 reached over to shut off the alarm...o...there she was...now he remembered...


The Mask

Ah...A mask
At last
Something for a laugh
Also aesthetics
In case you don't get it
The joke is pathetic

Part nothing
One away from something
One away from anything
What's concealed
Should never be revealed
To those without understanding

The puppet pranced
Yes, He danced
And did what the strings dictated
But the smiles
Can't be measured in miles
Thus it was never manipulated

Ring the bell
Yet behind the mask you hide
As a seeker
As a keeper
To the gates of hell


Going Home

It was from fear I fled
To escape the dread
To be counted with the dead
With such guilt on my head

Given the choice
A chance to rejoice
Where was my voice?
In all the noise

And it happened so fast
Like a role is cast
All about a blast
Lived to the very last

So I go
U know...
A chance to grow
And enhance the flow


A Sprig of Spring

Be I tree
From a seed I spring.
In my first season I settle safe and strong
In the second I'm gone
Up to rise above the earth
Out to expand my girth
Blooming my worth

Be I tree
It's what I will be

Be I a bee
And fly tree to tree
 Flower to flower
Working all a bee can be
Bee-ing simply

Be I a bee
Bee I be

Be. I a beast
On blood I feast
The weakest is
The weakest link
Lost are the least

Be I
Be I

Be I
What I bleed

Be I prey
For what He should declare
Fodder for slaughter
Almost got a 'got her'
Coulda called for a cure
But it's her for sure
So what can I say?

Be I
Be i!

Lord what You be



Ogr81 opened his eyes.
He had just seen his whole life reviewed to him in what seemed like a split second.
Before that, he had died, and now he wasn't sure what was happening.
He was light...and energy.  So much closer to God than with the physical shell that had burdened during his life.
He felt good.  Lighter then a feather.  The Lord God has such power, such glory!  To bask so close drew a soul closer, without shame; without fear.
The vibration in the winds sang of His glory.  The waters, mountains and shore sang of His glory.  All voices sang of His glory.
And closer ogr81 soared.
No longer him, but more Him.
Everything was such splendor!
Everything was unbounded love!

When suddenly the results from his life review came in.
In resigned despair, he closed his eyes.


Bread and Buddah

God would never reincarnate a person to a lower form unless He wanted to do it for a particular reason, perhaps such as the human genus.  It goes against His way.


There is just as much spirituality in a person that spends his life researching every avenue of the subject as someone that is simply obedient to God and is in awe of every conscience moment.


Who Is God (part 2)

If you wondered of your woes
And felt lower then your own toes
Wanna throw your lonely ego
As far as Thoth goes
Cast the catalysts
Past the fanatics
Rip the tide
For all that have died

There He is

If your happy as a hippy
Simple as a beast
Another obedient levithian
At ease in the east
Seeing each eternal evening
Pleased at least
Seasoned by reason
Reasoned by seasons

There He is

On the road you go
With all that you know
At home by the hearth
With love that pours forth

In the light
In the dim
Every minute
In the right
In the sin
In empty din ruts

It's Him

Wars raged
Souls caged
Homes raped
Cards played
Cards laid
Peace made

It's Him

From the very start
In every heart
In every part
With every sort
In every fort
In every court

It's Him

Of all thought
It is where all starts
A word fills the lonely silence
The unknown unravels, like magic, into science
A love to fill an empty heart

Sound, smell and colour
A comet spinnin in the wheel
Meteor material is seemingly so real
An innocent star found in favour

Chorus:  Search for spiral silver linings
               Walk on a white wire
               Stretch for psychedallic strings
               To stoke a souls fire

(next verse is a round started after the third line of the second verse)
A love song
Sung on a fine night
Another astronaught in space
Finding a soul-mate to reciprocate the race
'Cos when one is weak, three is might