The Watchman

By I.M. Ulysses

I am the Watchman
Tried now and true
Appointed by God
To speak unto you.

I was not born
With riches or gold
Yet the Lord has commanded
That I should be bold

Up to the ramparts
To the the walls of the City
There to bare witness
Of all that is written

This City is Mine
The Lord has declared
And soon I am coming
To bring justice there

For I am the Father
And Jesus my Son
Turn to him now
For He will soon come

But they do not listen
Their ears are all stopped
Instead they talk peace
With those who are lost

Terrors befall me
As I ponder their fate
And I cry unto God
Is it too late?

The sky now darkens
As a cloud flutters down
Echoes of waters
In my ears resound

Behold my poor country
The Lord He doth speaks
And know that it's full
Of sin and deceits

The house of the devil
On my mountain stands
A sinful abomination
In my Holy Lands

A gold crusted horror
A vile place of sin
Sits and defiles
The people therein

But soon it will fall
Like the old Persian Lion
And I will again
Dwell on Mount Zion

Then will I free
Israel of these liars
Who will be punished
With eternal Fires

For I am the Lord
And there is none other
Not Dagan, not Allah
Not even Mohammed

They are all false
Take them from my face
The temple they built
I will soon erase

The true House of God
Is a place of prayer
Not a haven for demons
Which murderers share

I spoke what I heard
And the cloud rose higher
Above the gold dome
With its evil towers

Then the ground shook
And the people trembled
I screamed 'it's begun'
As the first one tumbled

It crashed to the ground
Followed by the others
And soon they were all
Atop one another

The people were fleeing
As the next bolt came down
Striking the dome
With a horrific sound

I spoke from my rampart
'Lord, hurry the way
Jerusalem's Justice
Cannot be delayed'

Once more the Lord struck
And sent down His fire
Upon Satan's throne
Which Mohammed inspired

It collapsed in a heap
Inside of Mount Zion
Which opened its mouth
And swallowed the Lion

Then the Lord said
My house, build it on
The Lord Jesus Christ
Who is my own Son

The cloud then departed
And the sun, it then shone
But gone was the temple
Which is Satan's throne

I gazed at this site
And bowed my poor head
Worshiping God
Whose Word I had read

Thou art the Watchman
Whom Ezekiel has known
Now go and speak boldly
Of all you were shown

For this was a vision
Of a time yet unseen
When God shall bring justice
To His own City

Jerusalem the Great
The place of all peace
Shall again know the Lord
And will find release

Where Love Dies

By I.M. Ulysses

Where does love go
When it has to die
Does it go gently
Without even a sigh

Does it seek water
To drown itself in
A vast open sea
That it cannot swim

Does it use bullets
To speed its own end
A shot to the heart
Which no one can mend

Does it crawl down
Into a deep pit
There to expire
Without hope therein

Does it seek fire
For the ache that won't cease
A conflaguration
To help it find peace

Does it leap off
A very tall hill
Like bird falling from
God's window sill

Does it explode
Like a star in the night
A distant expression
Of a heart once alight

Or does it do nothing
A treasure unseen
Worn out and faded
As a cheque unredeemed

Like a body unburied
Love often lurks
Amid the bones of the lonely
And the hearts of the hurt

But real love can't die
Because it's a spirit
Concieved by the Father
From whose hand it's given

It comes like a shower
As a cool, cleansing rain
And gives life to those
Who choose to remain

Oppressed and ignored
To the ground old love's cast
Trampled and beaten
In to the tall grass

There to remain
Alive but alone
Awaiting the time
When God's work is done

Then when the sun
Shines forth in its power
Like a small seed
Love once more flowers

For no love is worthy
Of the tears that you cry
Nor the new love worth finding
If the old love won't die.

Is it Colder

By I.M. Ulysses

Is it colder
When you are alone
In the dark of the night
Without someone to hold

Is it warmer
When you lie in your bed
All snuggled up
With a pillow by your head

Is it better
Now that you've left
And written us off
Leaving me bereft

Is it brighter
When your days start
Doing your thing
Now that we're apart

Is it sadder
To think of those days
All the joy we had
And saw the sun's rays

Is it a wonder
To you anymore
That I dared to open
Your heart's locked door

Is it possible
To forget and forgive
Myself for falling
And let myself live

Is it colder
Or is it just me
When I remember those days
That I'll never be free.