Roadside Whim

Went on a road trip to a tiny, remote town in Northwestern New York to visit some relatives and while on the ride we passed a random church. Now, under normal circumstances I can't stand small town churches because it often seems they take the difference of their size when compared to their inner-city counterparts and flip it to become that much more ignorant in their views. Instantly I picture Reverend Shaw Moore from Footloose inside preaching the muted anarchist view on the evils of our world and its need for destruction. This time though, I was far too consumed with that little message board that sits outside to be consumed with Rev. Shaw and his hate of Rock 'n' Roll. "The Lord Helps the Humble". It was that simple. Nothing new; anyone familiar with the Christian/Catholic ways will know that eventually 'the meek shall inherit the earth', or something along those lines. Yeah Yeah... that’s wonderful, whatever floats your boat -- But it just ain't poetic. This, however, was a mysterious beacon shining from a higher place (I believe many call it the sun). So, I scribbled down the quote to work on later.

Interesting little 'Behind the Poetry' tidbit: This church wasn't in Sulivan county. We didn't pass Sulivan county for another hour and a half or so. But once I saw the Sulivan sign, I knew I had my title.

The Lord Helps the Humble in Sulivan County

On a static highway drive
Through the desolate fields of my mind
And I think I've found Christ
Jesus is a friend of mine.
Born of a virgin broad with a penchant for fucking angels
Or at least she claims their angels
I'm beginning to question her convictions
Convicted of divinities seen on the backs of turtles
Nestled in the feathers of desert birds
Consumed with life
They find themselves consumed in death
By the mouths of children created in their loins
It's the 'Circle of life'
We live to die while dying to live that life portrayed on the high definition screens of our minds
My pictures getting blurry
Dreams painted on billboards lining that road of life, promising
"All you've ever wanted -- 3 miles."
Too bad it takes a year to take a step
Need a black beauty to make the world fly by
And get to the
Crown jewel of my estate...
Can't seem to find the key to your case
Loneliness is such a waste of your charm.
Sweet and sappy social butterfly
Have you found the plight of the lone wolf who howls in half-hearted bursts towards the moon?
Have you found it out too soon?
Did you hope to get trapped in a dream world named desire?
With me as your brave knight and you as my lady?
Maybe is just a polite No.
Let's skip the pleasantries.
It's a bit late for apologies
... Is I'm sorry enough?
Infected with that Griffin virus
I can't help but vanish
And fade away in the vestige of what was once
A very charming man
Cursed by the flow of the river.
Oh that river.
That motherfucking river.
How it's calling.
Carving through the desolate fields of my mind
Jesus is soaked to his knees.
He's sick of miracles that go unheard.
Tired of his sacrifice.
Jesus is a friend of mine.
And he says he hates you all.