Stanislaus

My man, Stan, get wind of the plan
Did you see your bosses do tricks with their sleeve?
I care about love but does it seem right
to love 'em much more as I do when they leave?

They tell me they love you to do double time
Keep minimum wages and bank and behave
We're renting to own, pay bills like a clerk
on a bench by the candle light, tight in our cave

God, wake up by dawn
O, thank you for sleep
All ready what ever comes down
For love or to love you as long as we keep
one nostril in air we won't drown

Am I resonating the future you see:
Atlas' world order shrugs God off like dust?
O, how it will be when the work is done free
Our love is thrown under her fast moving bus

So soon will be Christmas I'm singing along
Sweet music again in the world and beyond
I'm so in love, Stan, always my best man
I'll really miss you whenever you're gone..
©2011 Gary Ottoson | To Sue, and Sue, and many friends, Merry Christmas !

..na-na na, na - na-na na, na - hey, hey...

I'm marching up the mountain of the kings of Babylon
truly, sorely, tempted, the eternal Father's Son
among these wild animals damn desert storm kicks up
no shit just for this moment what you Lucifer corrupt

oo, balance point the Temple where my hunger turns to pain
propped on papal powers, ash, and the ruins of Rome and Spain
and, down below an angel's watching if I lose my mind,
but I can't get carried away right now, it is not my time

so, why you wanna spear me where it hurts and watch me die?
no one, no, not one, is righteous but our God and I
the Word wild men must live off, not on turkey seed and brawn,
will smash these stones to pieces, celebrate when you are gone
and I kinda doubt I'll miss you when you're gone,
highly doubt I'll miss you when you're gone..
©2011 Gary Ottoson | http://mbible.com/mark/1-12.htm

Our Gang

Mad mamba slides aside us smiling lookin' for our laughs
Winding down old garden dead varieties of paths
Many over lookin' him in patent leather boots
Calvin Klein tuxedo, vintage spats, and trains of stolen loot

But our gang comes together through the trench of warfare ugly
The boweries a lever mamba pulls on people smuggly
We occupy for now, deliberate our liberation
Always look away from him unto a day of visitation

O, our gang sticks together up against this mamba law
Sailing gracefully, no boat, assail his algebra
Navigate our alleys seeking venues for stick ball
Together under crumbling bridges not far off the 16th Mall

While S550 mamba speeds approaching falling stars
Races through the night all day, don't tell him where we are -
hid out in a city cave to dwell the way of our salvation
Occupy our gang we say deliberating liberation
God move forward let us in your day of visitation..
©2011 Gary Ottoson

Peter Rocks (With No Apology)

Hunt for God, the Devil finds you
Lock the gates of Hell you're through
Who when the Almighty visits tells him what he has to do?

Who said 'Let there be light' -
It hits thee straight - it does not bend
It bounces off the moon all day
He made the sun a friend

By that word the living - every living thing
But by that word the Lord destroyed
The world is still recovering

Flowing waters over head ascended while descending
Oceans blew the deep erupting
God's torrential anger spending

While that word reserved for fire
globally the land and water
God is patient, everyone -
Well, come, now, his son or daughter

Came the rainbow Scripture says
The word is God is mending fences
Every color light can stream
together mercy evidences
Mercy, coming to our senses
Mercy, coming to our senses
©2011 Gary Ottoson | II Peter3 : 1-10

Seconds (Hunger For Hope, 6: How Can I Complain?)

Hope today - Trust I do, and, do be not conformed
Love abandons greed and mammon, war the hopeless norm
Wall Street ditches people robbed and ruined, writhing, slain
but God the fire's burning, truly, how can I complain?

Alpha and Omega reign, O, how can I complain?

I sleep tonight - you are there - be there passing through
I am told again the world will end but when he wants it to
No worries in the morning when he wakes the sun up sane
God the fire's burning, truly, how can I complain?

No man rules agriculture - How can I complain?

All the wheat with water sun light rains down daily everywhere
Here we'll eat today with love and new loves will be there
As in the daily grinding into flour golden grain
God the fire's burning, truly, how can I complain?

With Alpha and Omega reigning, how can I complain?..
©2010-11 Gary Ottoson

Motion Pictures

There are signs and wonders visible to the naked eye
There are visions nightly - angels on occasion
Anyway, where the word of God draws nigh
There are creatures who aren't here in dislocation

There are cell towers standing along our highways
There must be cell phones and constant conversation
Talk is getting cheaper anyway
To people who are here in dislocation

There are vapor trails overhead - tails and streaks
There must be planes mid-air to destinations
Movement never ceases all the way - males and chics
People do arrive in dislocation

There are railroads from Jackson Hole to Jackson
There must be going to and from the stations
Every day a slow train through the desert
To the people who are here in dislocation

There are electric wires running up on pine poles
There must be cycling coal degeneration
Electrifying circuits, anyway
Through people who are here in dislocation

There are present future places in the past documentation
There must be for free a redemptive revelation
Some seekers wanna go there anyway
Locate those at home in dislocation..
 © 2011 Gary Ottoson