Lawrence Mark Proman

Lawrence Proman, a former Jehovah's Witness pioneer and servant, a former computer scientist, a theologian and Mayan archaeologist, is consumed by theological, political, and anthropological subjects, which usually lead to mirth.

The poems presented here were written between a year after Lawrence disassociated himself from the Organization and ten years after he left.

Lawrence is a prolific poet and searcher, a seeker of sounds, stories, and visions. He has been published numerous times [poetry and technical publications], and has been giving public readings across the country for 25 years. Lawrence completed a five act play last year entitled, 'Lester and Ida' and is in the search process for a theatre company to produce it.

The poetry of Lawrence Mark Proman can be found in Poems For Those Inclined Toward God, which explores the journey from the Yeshiva to the Kingdom Halls of Jehovah's Witnesses, to Brooklyn Bethel for dress-down, through Christendom, and by Grace to the Kingdom of God. You can download poetry and play previews, as well as purchase collections at his Website: www.pigdog-press.com/lmp/ and you may email him at: StCloudLawrence@netscape.net.

Lawrence says,

"I finished my latest screenplay and have been working on a new book, as well as got ill in Belize and it took a while to get back on my feet. I have attached a html page with short bio, picture, and about 10 poems from a collection 'Poems For Those Inclined Toward God' which included the attached Witness related poems, as well as poems written just after leaving the Organization, studying "Theology" and being very confused. "

Millenium Millenarium

Millenarian Class Epp,

Millenarian Christopher Hoffman,

Millenarian William Miller,

Millenarian Pastor Russell; Millenarian,

1879, then 1881, 1874, then 1914,

1844, and Jerusalem, 1821, and a temple for Christ;

Millenium Millenarian date setting scholars of scanty sense,

Haughty Pompous Men of Defense,

Blind Shepherds and Mind Blowers.

Oak Trees of Righteousness

Oak tress of righteousness calling at your walls,

Bridegroom rejoices over his Bride in sunless halls,

They have crowns in their hands with pure delight of heart,

Shall you now rebel, and join the 'Smart'?

Can you lie with a woman that is now unclean?

Or take a sister to share in something unclean?

Oh, how the princes among her are rending the prey;

My, how the priests violate His law all night and day.

Her sister Oholibah, the doter, carried on worse,

While the Babylonians came to visit and recite defiled verse.

Thebes split asunder, Memphis reduced to gravel,

Men shall stop up the valley of Azazel, and then will travel.

Standing by the way, asking for ancient paths,

While both neighbors and friends rejoice in oiled baths.

My Flesh was clothed with worms and clods of dust,

Clothes are moth eaten, silver and gold turns to rust.

Message So Simple? / What are you and i supposed to do?

Tertullian's message so simple, no need to seek when you've found;

The Gospel established on the ground, with the Christ impaled upon a stake,

Arose many men to see what they could wake?

A doctrine about them, they did compute, to render the other 'heretics' mute;

Only they had the Truth in final form; allowed them, others' faith to storm.

Doctrines were centered about their faith,

These thoughts were established and created a lathe --

To sand down people on the outside, and purpose them ONLY as the bride.

The need to be right, all others were wrong,

Tertullian saw this and write rather strong, 'bout Helias, Hermogenes, and Marcion;

Proclaiming, "these had invented a con!"

Tertullian died after many books were written,

Stating the Gospel and how things had been;

Others proclaimed him a heretic too, so what are you and i supposed to

do?

The Kingdom Is At Your Door

what a ragtag collection, they said they were helping

few other things would have brought them together

"the kingdom is at your door; a year, maybe a little more..."

"hey these are foretold times, every breath may be your last..."

Bruce with bad legs from smack and gout, still dreaming of blowing

with Charlie Parker in the resurrection,

Portuguese Joe believing that if they were past race hangups he could scoop one of

the pretty white women; all sitting in a row together

telling each other about what some men say about God.

Fellowship With Other Refugees

A year so fast, Kaddish does last

364 days, let's you go on your way

until you come back to the house of mourning or, to Delaware

and fellowship with other refugees who joined the sea

of those called away from places -- Bethany Revival Church,

Jehovah's Witness Kingdom Halls, St. Rose's Charismatic Church,

the Messianic Jewish Centers

Simon's the Guy

Simon's the guy, Christ is o.k., God is o.k.

Simon Magus is the guy and after --

Meander, Saurninus, Basilius

Simon's the guy, Christ is o.k., God is o.k.

Simon Magus is the guy, Central Body of 'XY' Organization is God's mouth

Christ is o.k., God is o.k., Central Body of 'XY' Organization is the guy

ALL SHOUTING

i.

All shouting for the judgment, they judged too ...

Nobody crying out for the mercy, they need it too ...

No need for the Christ if there's only a judgement

How many would damn God for His undeserved kindness?

ii.

Mute proper prayers

Before mutant GODMEN

Make noise, that's all

iii.

hey what's it all about?

the end of guilt

the free speech, before the throne of kindness

a new and improved Satan

a new and improved Satan

not the old slimy serpent

wearing an accountant's head shade

counting votes for Washington

and the poor box for a few more gals for the preacher

he's got all kinds of meetings

even an IBM Personal Computer

to do Visicalc projections on the number of angels

on the head of a pin

he's got pitchers throwing baseballs at Baptists

and charismatics praying for the burning of all heretics

the cults are filled with doubts,

the plagues are upon us,

and everyone is still waiting for a sign

even the Witnesses are waiting for a sign --

the fall of Babylon The Great

(yet they say it has already fallen)

What was it that Jesus said, "... do not be concerned ..."

Satan has made all the heads turn;

any time you listen to another man, a plan, a sparkle from the angel,

the angel of dark - this new and improved Satan

had all the Scriptures memorized

Had all the Scriptures memorized, from Elohim of Genesis 1:1,

To the Alpha and the Omega of Revelation 22.

New, a cold hearted bastard joining a Judaistic sect,

Leaving the rules of a million lawyers, partaking as one of the Elect;

On this day before Xmas in Belize, without a holy book in my pack.

Too Desirous Of A Life Outside The Body

Too far to take from the Garden's fruit

Too removed to take from the Tree of Life

Too wasted to remain in the City of Refuge

And too desirous of a life outside the body

To enjoy any of the flings (that are written about)

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