Throw Down Your Ace in the Hole: Happy Easter from Loud Time

Such is the way of the world
You can never know

Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow?


Peter got really nervous and swore, “I never laid eyes on this man you’re talking about.” Just then the rooster crowed a second time. Peter remembered how Jesus had said, “Before a rooster crows twice, you’ll deny me three times.” He collapsed in tears.

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold

Suddenly swallowed by signs
Lo and behold


Mary stood outside the tomb weeping. As she wept, she knelt to look into the tomb and saw two angels sitting there, dressed in white, one at the head, the other at the foot of where Jesus’ body had been laid. They said to her, “Woman, why do you weep?”

“They took my Master,” she said, “and I don’t know where they put him.” After she said this, she turned away and saw Jesus standing there. But she didn’t recognize him.

Jesus spoke to her, “Woman, why do you weep? Who are you looking for?”

She, thinking that he was the gardener, said, “Mister, if you took him, tell me where you put him so I can care for him.”

Jesus said, “Mary.”


Gonna rise up
Burning black holes in dark memories

Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold



Anonymous said…
Easter has come & gone, my friend
And here we are still & again
Forever looking
It must be Him
But it's not Him
It was foretold that He would come
Where oh where could He be
Technology is the power that makes Emperors & Kings look like fools
And so he came with newfangled methods & ideas
And they marveled & sought to learn His tricks - alas
But such trickery is given & not stolen
For He was a witchdoctor, a conjurer of Satan & they would have him ceased
You are not long here blasphemer, be sure
And so it was as they said
His body cruseh of life
And His enemies gloated over His death
Ha, ha, for so it was foretold
He came to seek that which was lost & save it if He could
And there He is, you see, He is, but only if you look.
Anonymous said…
Since The Da Vinci Code, the movie, or was it even before.
Maybe it has been all along.
There are several Kings Ransoms in the Middle East especially, on offer to anyone, who can bring, even news of anything, that could come to fruition, pertaining to Jesus.
Imagine Kemo Sabe
A Kings Ransom befitting the King of Kings & as it should be.
* Of course we all know that The Priory of Sion was a hoax cerated in 1956 by the delusional wannabe Pierre Plantard & then the mantel was taken up by Laurence Gardener, yet another pretender to the status of next of kin to to the only & great one Jesue.
Everyone wants to be someone.
Anonymous said…
Great Father in the sky give Kemo Sabe ten fingers, help push pen more faster.

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