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| Adequate Heroes Move the World |
We run, jump, and fly in a world
of the sensational and amazing
the fantastic and the astounding
Steering jet-packs powered on
faded glory and exaggerated mystery.
We build our facades broad and tall
Our monuments massive and looming
The over-sized tassel and phylactery biz
of the sensational and amazing
the fantastic and the astounding
Steering jet-packs powered on
faded glory and exaggerated mystery.
Our monuments massive and looming
The over-sized tassel and phylactery biz
is booming!
"Why?", I wonder...
The Great Pyramid stands as a silent reminder
of a god-king's ignorance and hubris.
It's your turn to stop and ponder.
Why'd we build this? It's any one's guess.
The Great Wall of China gives us the sense
that our best defense is of no consequence
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
Dried up and died. They're all gone.
The Colossus crumbled into the sea.
It wasn't as cool as we thought it would be.
The Lighthouse of Alexandria highlights
how temporary man's ambition can be.
These are the lesson of human history
Built on human misery
The muscle of slavery
The legacy of royalty
Rides the backs of the ordinary
That's you and me
Adequate heroes who paid the cost
Lost in anonymity
Scribes don't write about us
But I will...
Now, that's many chapters in the past
The monopoly of tyranny doesn't last
Adequate heroes can break that system
Artificial demographics: the class, the caste
Sociologist's will, but we won't miss them
We're free, we're free, we're free!
The celebration is only temporary
Idle masters conspire
and scheme continuously
Lie and wait, appeals to their greed
And our fear with emergency urgency
They're coming to get us! Trust me!
It's an environmental catastrophe
Financial melt-down immanently
Deflationary depression
Massive market correction
Campaign finance reform? Ha!
D.C. Beltway insurgency
Draw the battle line at K Street
Home of the brave. Land of the free.
Okay, we surrender!
Save the Social Security blanket for me
In God we trust. Oh, really?
With the full faith and credit. Seriously?!
Financial crises, politics divide us
Do the math... Spiritual bankruptcy!
So, now we think globally
Buy and sell things virtually
Communicate instantly
Entertain ourselves constantly
Worry obsessively and work compulsively
In pursuit of a "reality" T.V. fantasy
We will never achieve
Don't buy that it's all trash!
It's just a carrot on a stick.
You don't get the carrot,
but you might get the rest of it.
Modern serfdom sold as safety and security
progressively or conservatively.
Its all the same me, oh say can you see
Do you feel these chains, shackles, and manacles,
or is that just me
Now, that's just typical
It's a super sized world filled with regular sized people.
Just ordinary people doing abominable or amazing things
to or for other ordinary people.
Our sense of proportion is pandemically disproportional.
Our self importance is astronomical.
Our sense of self is abysmal.
Our happiness is chemical, prescription smiles and pharmaceutical focus is rational.
Anti-anxiety, anti-depressant, anti-acid, antediluvian suicidal, call for pro-fessional help.
Look at the system they built...
We're disappointed by the average.
The typical is garbage.
It's the Icarus syndrome, we're flying too close to the sun (and away from the Son).
Lock your seats in the upright position
Put your hands together, and pray with me, everyone.
It's the ordinary that is sensational, the common is fantastic,
the nominal is amazing, you are astounding,
You are Fearfully and Wonderfully made, Believe that.
You are totally real. That is how God feels.
This a fanfare for the adequate hero.
That is you.
The ones who walks to work.
Those ordinary people who do amazing things for other ordinary people.
The ones without facades,
without monuments,
without the wings,
fine print, and the strings
they say we cannot live without.
God's not one of those things.
If someone tells you differently
you send him to me.
I have it on good Authority,
we'll know the Truth and pick out the trash, eventually.
Still confused? Listen to me...
He's the guy who saved a life from an auto accident, then walks away never to be seen again.
She's the woman who drove the speed limit to avoid the accident before the guy had to perform artificial respiration.
He's the dude who sold the more reliable car, rather than a lemon that wouldn't start without a jump start every so often.
So the woman could drive the speed limit.
She's the woman who raised the man who sold the safer car and taught him the difference between right and wrong.
He's the man at the lectern who told the mother how to differentiate and disseminate the difference between a value and Values.
He's the God who made it all happen. The ordinary God doing amazing things for ordinary people, like us. He is the Truth.
This is a fanfare for Him.
He's the Eternal, the Everlasting, the Ordinary, Totality Normal, Absolute Typical, Reason with Me Almighty,
and there is no other God.
That makes Him the Standard model God.
Cosmologically.
Empirically.
Ontologically.
Epistemologically
Don't get pissed at me.
No bells or whistles,
Plain as can be
but He's got a horn (it's called a shofar)
and He'll be blowing soon you'll see.
Hear, I mean.
Here, I mean...
He's the standard model God.
The One who walks on water to work.
His enemies He did not tell us to decapitate or immolate.
He said give those who hate you a break.
Pray for them, do good by them, bless them, and commiserate.
Don't covet, don't steal, don't deceive, don't destroy, not in My Name.
That's the Law and the Rules of this game.
Don't glare at me with that look on your face.
He will cover our failures with His Blood and Loving Grace.
I'm not here to beat you with His book.
He wrote it in Love.
Open it up.
Take a look...
He said, "We are very good"
and His opinion remains unchanged
Or He would have washed us away, again.
Yes, we live in sin, but in the end
we Win, we Win, we lose the sin.
That's a promise from Him.
We'll be white as snow
Because His Son died for us.
You know...
He's the average Messiah,
The Chosen One,
The Anointed,
Perfect narrow path,
Only begotten Son
Of the standard model God.
He is the door where
there was none before.
You have questions,
He has the Answers.
You have doubts,
He will Sheppard you
to greener pastures.
You have worries,
He has you in His Hand.
We're learning to sing the Lord's Song
in a foreign land.
That is where we stand.
This is a fanfare for all of His
misbehaving, special needs children,
be good and believe in Him.
The standard model God
because He is the only one we've got
and He Loves us a lot.
Just take His advice,
He wants Mercy, not Sacrifice.
As He was in Him, so we can be in Him.
We are in Them and They are in us,
or we will be, Eternally.
That is all from me, with a lot of Help.
Amen.
-Michael Frank Gentile
Michael = Who is like God?
Frank = To speak clearly or sincerely
Gentile = Nations
What's in a name?
"Why?", I wonder...
The Great Pyramid stands as a silent reminder
of a god-king's ignorance and hubris.
It's your turn to stop and ponder.
Why'd we build this? It's any one's guess.
The Great Wall of China gives us the sense
that our best defense is of no consequence
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
Dried up and died. They're all gone.
The Colossus crumbled into the sea.
It wasn't as cool as we thought it would be.
The Lighthouse of Alexandria highlights
how temporary man's ambition can be.
These are the lesson of human history
Built on human misery
The muscle of slavery
The legacy of royalty
Rides the backs of the ordinary
That's you and me
Adequate heroes who paid the cost
Lost in anonymity
Scribes don't write about us
But I will...
Now, that's many chapters in the past
The monopoly of tyranny doesn't last
Adequate heroes can break that system
Artificial demographics: the class, the caste
Sociologist's will, but we won't miss them
We're free, we're free, we're free!
The celebration is only temporary
Idle masters conspire
and scheme continuously
Lie and wait, appeals to their greed
And our fear with emergency urgency
They're coming to get us! Trust me!
It's an environmental catastrophe
Financial melt-down immanently
Deflationary depression
Massive market correction
Campaign finance reform? Ha!
D.C. Beltway insurgency
Draw the battle line at K Street
Home of the brave. Land of the free.
Okay, we surrender!
Save the Social Security blanket for me
In God we trust. Oh, really?
With the full faith and credit. Seriously?!
Financial crises, politics divide us
Do the math... Spiritual bankruptcy!
So, now we think globally
Buy and sell things virtually
Communicate instantly
Entertain ourselves constantly
Worry obsessively and work compulsively
In pursuit of a "reality" T.V. fantasy
We will never achieve
Don't buy that it's all trash!
It's just a carrot on a stick.
You don't get the carrot,
but you might get the rest of it.
Modern serfdom sold as safety and security
progressively or conservatively.
Its all the same me, oh say can you see
Do you feel these chains, shackles, and manacles,
or is that just me
Now, that's just typical
It's a super sized world filled with regular sized people.
Just ordinary people doing abominable or amazing things
to or for other ordinary people.
Our sense of proportion is pandemically disproportional.
Our self importance is astronomical.
Our sense of self is abysmal.
Our happiness is chemical, prescription smiles and pharmaceutical focus is rational.
Anti-anxiety, anti-depressant, anti-acid, antediluvian suicidal, call for pro-fessional help.
Look at the system they built...
We're disappointed by the average.
The typical is garbage.
It's the Icarus syndrome, we're flying too close to the sun (and away from the Son).
Lock your seats in the upright position
Put your hands together, and pray with me, everyone.
It's the ordinary that is sensational, the common is fantastic,
the nominal is amazing, you are astounding,
You are Fearfully and Wonderfully made, Believe that.
You are totally real. That is how God feels.
This a fanfare for the adequate hero.
That is you.
The ones who walks to work.
Those ordinary people who do amazing things for other ordinary people.
The ones without facades,
without monuments,
without the wings,
fine print, and the strings
they say we cannot live without.
God's not one of those things.
If someone tells you differently
you send him to me.
I have it on good Authority,
we'll know the Truth and pick out the trash, eventually.
Still confused? Listen to me...
He's the guy who saved a life from an auto accident, then walks away never to be seen again.
She's the woman who drove the speed limit to avoid the accident before the guy had to perform artificial respiration.
He's the dude who sold the more reliable car, rather than a lemon that wouldn't start without a jump start every so often.
So the woman could drive the speed limit.
She's the woman who raised the man who sold the safer car and taught him the difference between right and wrong.
He's the man at the lectern who told the mother how to differentiate and disseminate the difference between a value and Values.
He's the God who made it all happen. The ordinary God doing amazing things for ordinary people, like us. He is the Truth.
This is a fanfare for Him.
He's the Eternal, the Everlasting, the Ordinary, Totality Normal, Absolute Typical, Reason with Me Almighty,
and there is no other God.
That makes Him the Standard model God.
Cosmologically.
Empirically.
Ontologically.
Epistemologically
Don't get pissed at me.
No bells or whistles,
Plain as can be
but He's got a horn (it's called a shofar)
and He'll be blowing soon you'll see.
Hear, I mean.
Here, I mean...
He's the standard model God.
The One who walks on water to work.
His enemies He did not tell us to decapitate or immolate.
He said give those who hate you a break.
Pray for them, do good by them, bless them, and commiserate.
Don't covet, don't steal, don't deceive, don't destroy, not in My Name.
That's the Law and the Rules of this game.
Don't glare at me with that look on your face.
He will cover our failures with His Blood and Loving Grace.
I'm not here to beat you with His book.
He wrote it in Love.
Open it up.
Take a look...
He said, "We are very good"
and His opinion remains unchanged
Or He would have washed us away, again.
Yes, we live in sin, but in the end
we Win, we Win, we lose the sin.
That's a promise from Him.
We'll be white as snow
Because His Son died for us.
You know...
He's the average Messiah,
The Chosen One,
The Anointed,
Perfect narrow path,
Only begotten Son
Of the standard model God.
He is the door where
there was none before.
You have questions,
He has the Answers.
You have doubts,
He will Sheppard you
to greener pastures.
You have worries,
He has you in His Hand.
We're learning to sing the Lord's Song
in a foreign land.
That is where we stand.
This is a fanfare for all of His
misbehaving, special needs children,
be good and believe in Him.
The standard model God
because He is the only one we've got
and He Loves us a lot.
Just take His advice,
He wants Mercy, not Sacrifice.
As He was in Him, so we can be in Him.
We are in Them and They are in us,
or we will be, Eternally.
That is all from me, with a lot of Help.
Amen.
We Make Problems
God Provides Solutions
-Michael Frank Gentile
Michael = Who is like God?
Frank = To speak clearly or sincerely
Gentile = Nations
What's in a name?
1 comment:
Wow!! Sensational!!!
Arn
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