The Secret Place

We Dwell in the Secret Place, by Trey Haltom, BMI

We were homeless when we got here, We were not homeless for too long
For the Angels that surround us kept us going ever strong
A midst the hatred of our neighbors who have done my loved on wrong
But the memory of their wickedness dissipates into a song

For we will dwell in the secret place beneath the feathers of His wings
Under the Shadow of the Almighty we will abide as refugees
You will know the Lords our fortress, Mighty Angels care for us
In our homes and in our strongholds, In God’s Love we’re strong and bold

Our eyes alone will soon behold all the wicked’s just rewards
As we trample on the Lyons, and the adders young and old
And never shall we fear or sweat the terror of the night
Or the arrows of the day as they pass us in swift flight
Nor the pestilence that walks a midst the darkness of the night
And the destruction of the cities they have wasted in daylight

For we will dwell in the secret place beneath the feathers of His wings
Under the Shadow of the Almighty we will abide as refugees
You will know the Lords our fortress, Mighty Angels care for us
In our homes and in our strongholds, in God’s love we’re strong and bold.

A thousand to my side shall fall ten thousand to my right
No evil will befall me the Almighty is my might
Lest I dash my feet into a stone, and stumble in His sight
Or step into a Fowler’s snare that can never hold me tight

For we will dwell in the secret place beneath the feathers of His wings
Under the Shadow of the Almighty we will abide as refugees
You will know the Lords our fortress, Mighty Angels care for us
In our homes and in our strongholds, in God’s love we’re strong and bold.

My life will surely be eternal, my salvation is assured
I am covered by His feathers, not an Angel’s or a bird
For it is God who is my fortress,and He shelters me
In troubled times I call on Him and then he answers me

For we will dwell in the secret place beneath the feathers of His wings
Under the Shadow of the Almighty we will abide as refugees
You will know the Lords our fortress, Mighty Angels care for us
In our homes and in our strongholds, in God’s love we’re strong and bold.

Trey Haltom, BMI
Falling Figs Music, BMI
All rights reserved

Here Comes the Judge

Southern Justice
Well they too away the rambler and they took away his Nash
They said he was a gambler they were looking for his stash
Well they said he was a doper and they put him in a cell
Going to dry out that old boozer in the tank where he is held
And we don’t allow no addicts hanging around this town of our-n
We going to run them out of here with some tar and feathers on
But first we’re going to work bloody bohind to the ground
Cut them long and shabby hairs and make them short bald and round
Well they took him to his honor, and they got him ninety days
And they said he was a wanderer, so they made that ten more days
Then they said he was a Yankee, so they threw the key away
Oh, the blabby Yankee hippie finally found a place to stay
And we don’t allow no addicts hanging around this town of our-n
We going to run them out of here with some tar and feathers on
But first we’re going to work bloody bohind to the ground
Cut them long and shabby hairs and make them short bald and round
Fifteen years on bread and water with some beans sometimes for lunch
Getting old and gray an honery and his back began to hunch
Oh, he’d finally done his time and they punished him enough
He’d do another crime the punishment’s to much
And we don’t allow no addicts hanging around this town of our-n
We going to run them out of here with some tar and feathers on
But first we’re going to work bloody bohind to the ground
Cut them long and shabby hairs and make them short bald and round
Southern Justice
Southern Justice Southern Justice Southern Justice
Southern Justice What a way to go
And they cut him loose on Sunday on a bus that’s nowhere bound
And they gave him fifty dollars and said never come back around
Then he bought himself a new suit that the tailor painted black
And he bet them fifty dollars he was never coming back
And we don’t allow no addicts hanging around this town of our-n
We going to run them out of here with some tar and feathers on
But first we’re going to work bloody bond to the ground
Cut them long and shabby hairs and make them short bald and round
Now the moral of that story is, when he bet them fifty dollars hew was never coming back, they said that constitutes gambling, so he was guilty of not being reformed, and was sentenced to fifty years as a repeat offender.
Do you believe that?
I never heard such a thing

Fugitive from Injustice

On February 2, 2019, I went to the Food Mart / ARCO three times. The first time I put $8.50 on my card, the next time I spent $46.00 for a hat and gloves, and other necessities. Later that day I spilled a chemical on my hand and caused a layer of skin to peel off my thumb.

I went to Foodmart for a cup of coffee since it would be a half hour wait for the bus. While stirring the coffee, the clerk walked up and gave me an ugly look then went back to check out a customer. Suddenly he came up and grabbed me from behind to shove me out of the store, saying he was calling the cops to tell them I was going to steal that coffee. He just assumed I was going to walk off without paying, so said, “I’ll just go to Circle K across the street”. 

While in Circle K with a cup of coffee and a donut in my hand a Peoria PD came inside and ordered me to leave the store. He poured out my coffee and also threw the donut in the trash. Once outside he used excessive force twisting my back like a chiropractor.

When I pushed against it the cop told me to“Quit Resisting” and continued till I heard it pop like the work of a bad chiropractor. Once in the car he said he could take me to either the hospital or jail. I wound up about 20 blocks from home at a hospital running up a big bill with an IV and a bunch of x-rays. I told them to take the Saline IV out because I was going to go somewhere else to get treatment. I went to John C. Lincoln where they did things right. The doctor pulled off my hanging thumbnail and trimmed away the lawyer of skin. It’s fine now. 

Later, Peoria PD issued a warrant for my arrest with a $700.00 bail on a misdemeanor charge of disorderly conduct and fighting. After they arrested me, I saw a copy of the citation; the signature was a poorly executed forgery. Not at all like my actual signature. In my opinion, this situation was a set up to allow the Peoria PD to get my fingerprints for a background check. A Long-Haired Bearded Hippie is likely to be a drug addict. However, I am a High Priest and have been so ordained since November 5, 1967, at the Fountain of the World which is in The Order of Melchizedek. 

This same clerk called the police on my wife after she asked if he would call me at home. She needed me to buy orange juice because sugar level was too low. Instead the Peoria PD sent her to Mesa where she was wanted for a bogus charge. She was about to faint and asked for a drink of water. The clerk refused because she did not have her own water cup. She wound up on the floor and the cop gave her a ticket for not having an ID. She managed to get to the hospital and was there when the court expected her. She wound up in County jail for twelve days and they did not treat her diabetes. She spent thirty more days in ICU. The damages are the liability of the Food Mart and the Peoria Police. I now intend to bring forth litigation seeking real and punitive damages. This document is the truth to the best of my recollection. 

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I'm mad as hell and I ain't going to take it any more.

The Gentile Warrior

Truth is stranger than fiction!

Injustice For All

Near the end of the Vietnam War I had the opportunity to perform for troops stationed in Vietnam on a USO Tour, but it never happened! President Nixon told General Westmoreland to make sure I was booked for the USO Tour of December in 1972. However, the road to peace would require the massive bombing of Hanoi by B-52 Bombers. The airstrike lasted for eight full days and became known as the Christmas Bombings. It was the most intense bombing campaign of the Vietnam War. The President’s strategy worked: the peace treaty was signed, and our troops began to come home. There was no need for Bob Hope and the beauties that accompanied him on the annual Christmas USO show.

Recently I announced my support for our bombers, and all the Armed Forces that are finding themselves deep in the wallows of this quagmire with dire situations and mortal combat…

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Unrecognized Genius

How should I even start to begin this summation of my own existence, having been classified as Seriously Mentally Ill by people with mediocre minds. People who are unable to comprehend an extraordinary artistic expression of a creative genius. Regardless of whether presented through sight or sound, written or spoken; it’s only a figment of my imagination and token of the magnitude and complexity of a situation comparable to a paramecium implanted in neurotically into a microcosm with parenthetical fantasmolisims emulating visual pandemonium and omnipotence simultaneously.

It’s like good and evil being in a single incarnation. A self-realized soul and spiritual warrior described as the destroyer and friend of the Supreme Personality of God or most high in one verse of Revelations 9, KJV.

These are three distinct personalities in one body, Me Myself and I. Trey Haltom, Oliver Pepper and Madhavendra Puri: Trey is the Computer Wiz, Oliver the Songwriter, and Madhavendra the High Priest. We are three of the authors of Falling Figs Journal Volume 1.

Please explore these websites and internet archives for Trey Haltom and Rodney Haltom. Rodney has recently returned to Arizona from Costa Rica and is settling into his new home in Youngtown. We have spent most of our adult lives on different continents, so I’m looking forward to producing at least one more CD for the Falling Figs Music, LLC, BMI catalog. I intend to collaborate with friends I have connected with on ReverbNation.