VESTIBULE VOICES

And I heard the lord say

The harlot country will

Go down in flames

Idolatrous names

...I called it

The angel Michael said to me

The bear will rise up and roar

Against the lamb...no, eagle

But the eagle will soar

...I called it

And I was in the throne room

When god said to me

Tell my people to follow the old paths

And I will set them free

...I called it

....really!?!

Are these babies mimicking gobbledygook

The only mouth speaking for GOD is WORD

And the system is man's making

Idolatry is a kin to witchcraft

And LOVE is not in the taking

The absurdity of playground pals

Leading nations into pits of fear

Will not bode well for them

They are always pushing

For Armageddon events

Pulling to end

...humanity

Cyborgs are in the vestibule

Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-11-2022

 

FORGIVE ME, CHILDREN

Forgive me, children

For walking through the desert

Thinking the world was dry and barren

While lying on the wet, dewy grass

...limited vision

Forgive me, children

For focusing on used clothing

Thinking new is necessary and natural

While being fully covered in skilled threading

...hidden desire

Forgive me, children

For preventing control of rules and ways

Thinking soil had to be free from contaminants

While covering the ground with fertilizer

...mangled roots

Forgive me, children

For not leaving you in the care of others

Thinking love was limited and untrustworthy

While flowing in the process of healing

...unsubstantiated allegations

Against the Creator

Forgive me, children

For my experience of life

Thinking out was in

While being, now, where I've always been

Alive...

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/28/2022

WHEN WORDS WON'T WRITE

I put pen to paper and the ink blots

No words are formed

A dam has been erected

To minimize the damage from the raging storm

The rains trickle down slowly

But sometimes the sheets roar

i'm just too clean

In the bed of whores

Dirty rain covers my wounds

The skank settles in deep

A tornado is howling

As the whistling winds wreck my sleep

Leave me alone, I cry

Let me die in this last bit of rain

I hate what I've become

The mud has left me stained

No one will want me now

I became diseased in my healing

He poisoned me with double words

And left me without any feeling

Why am I lying here in this rain

I haven't the sense to go in

Oh, I can see that words have

Been lazily dropped from the end of my pen.

Written by Trudy Schrader in 2007

TRUTH

She sat at your table

You laughed at her jokes

She saw then, but couldn't believe

It was all an orchestrated hoax

You invited her to afternoon lunches

But left her to find friends

Her presence made a difference

But not enough for the lies to end

She beheld the scuttlebutt 

You four crowded in static whisper

She was too white for your dark

Drink and tattoo parlors to appear a hipster

You received her flow of life

Inviting your leeches to glow bright

Siphoning energetic creation

So you could be THE light

She said nothing..just walked away

Hoping you would return in time

You did, with gestures of value

To ensure she was still in line

...to bow

TRUTH doesn't speak

She stands in LOVE

Scales in hand

Inside Mama dove 

Court is in session

Only WORD has the floor

TRUTH was never alone

Daddy God has cut the cord

...to lies

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/29/2022

SOLE SOLDIER

Sitting on the bed

Where it all goes down

She wonders about

The color of her wedding gown

Lying in a cardboard box

Where trash is thrown

He contemplates living

Where he is sitting on an ornate throne

Standing in a crowded space

Where one is pressed to breathe out air

They see flashes of life

Where the heavens are alight with answered prayer

Day after day, moment after moment

Sole soldiers march without reason

Just making contact with territory

Idols stole with the grand act of treason

Numbness threatens to deaden tissue

As the nations of this world fall

Bowing down, finally to 

The King of Kings and Lord of all

LOVE sees and LOVE will not leave

Sole soldiers to simply walk and bleed

Gilead is the balm to heal the wounded weight

Of those who took the price idol worship laid

...never give up hope

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-14-2022

DUNGEON LIGHT

Diligently searching

For a source of light

I began to walk and feel

In the familiar night

An old connection

Offered first aid

While I refused service

After the mess fear had made

He kept trying to lead

As I would emphatically plead

.....I NEED Light

Suddenly, I saw

The dungeon walls all around

Me...right there...in rags

Sitting on the dirty ground

Wait...light, framed

In a window up high

I jumped to my feet

And saw the lie

At the exact moment

Fear was relishing a win

I saw freedom

Awaiting in the wind

My soul jumped on a color

The rainbow within the light

I danced on green, pink, and red

Praising Daddy God for the dungeon night

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-08-2022

 

WATCHING the WALL

Drawing closer to the stones

Culture has divided and built

Each one adding a block

Embroidered on history's quilt

Every time I come to view

The layers thin and blur

My memory garbled and worn

Nothing of life remains pure

How can one build without truth

On ground that moves and sways

Shifting dirt from Mother Earth

While waters flood and nothing stays

Why come to a wall...constant, safe

Wondering if experience is solid

At the end of the day, when one must weigh

All reduced to man's growing knowledge

Knowing is not enough, to breathe

Connection alone remains

All will fail or succeed

In the REVELATION man gains

...we get to choose

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-01-2022

 

MAMA

Connective tissue

Binds me to you

Vibrations singing

Through super glue

Love providing

Nutrients to need

Cutting limbs

That take in greed

Water for thirsty

Manna for the hunger

Temperance for the older

Patience for the younger

Word, thought, deed

Growing under the son

Idolatry cut down

Once the fall is done

Death and resurrection

Life magic, again and again

Mama hears her children

From life within

Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-23-2022

PROPHECY CACOPHONY

What is the purpose

Of that forked tongue in your mouth

To shew forth allegiance to the north

While bowing to the south

Nothing more or less than Babel

Sounds choking forth from a stiff neck

I see, I know, I have wisdom

That I have a duty to project

Nothing but lies, soothsaying at best

Rings forth to the pious and those with an agenda

It matters not who your "god" is

When confirmed information is given freely...by the lender

Honestly, are that stupid

Did you not know TRUTH

....movement always has a price

Just because you were blinded

By magical promise of youth

Doesn't mean the collector won't take you

......in the night

You have dug a giant hole

Where you and your lot will fall

The lies woven in idolatry

Will make a final call

...and you will bow

However, if there be a glimmer of seed

That remains in that hardened heart

WORD will harvest TRUTH

When the authority of your head is driven apart

When stiff necks and stony hearts

Refuse to bow to TRUTH

Words will cease to mean

In the presence of WISDOM'S sleuth

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-12-2022

Note: I wrote the poem in anger, so don't look for art.

BIRTH

Within vibration

She was sound

No voice, yet

In life could be found

As he grew up

She flew out

Escaped the mouth

In a melodious shout

...is that YOU

Unity broken

Self became new

One with power

To invoke pink...without blue

She wanted in

Followed close behind

He turned and caught her

Put her in his staff to bind

....to create at will

He blunted her gift

With pride and deceit

Lust and shame

Nothing more than a power game

...until HIS name

Died, she did

Early, at the age of three

Raped and mauled

By men who refused to see

Tis easier to use

And feel the power of big

Than face TRUTH

In light of what LOVE requires one to give

...life

Age after age she grew

One moment she finally knew

I AM TRUTH

...and I am hated by the Musician

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/05/2022