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Bookmark At Chapter Nine 5-15-14 By the prophesy of seventy weeks Such is what the bible scholar seeks In that it smells good here when it reeks Astonished by the vision That no one understood As that which tasted bad was quite good In the first year of King Darius in the neighborhood According to the lineage of the Medes We see to these strangers' wants and needs Placing my bookmark again at chapter nine In no need to ask why nor require a sign As we have done iniquity and rebelled As so from our mouths is cut off The latter wine.... ...To Be Continued... 5-15-14 I had an urge to set it all aside And to observe the stop sign To yet swallow my pride But I found it in me to but continue And agree to go along for the ride O, I just want to get at the truth Knowing to have God right at my side Inspired by what is already written By which my elder cat still thinks she is a kitten Using my other book for a pillow As so I by the here and now am yet to be smitten Writing rhymes tonight in excess And by the rattlesnake again I am bitten.... In The Year Of '04 (Ten Years Have Got Behind Me) 5-15-14 Turning thirty-one in the year of '04 I begin another conglomeration Of peace within the war And there was not a dry eye in the house Where I was left only wanting more Hearing the sound of a heart breaking Finding it in me to sing out my heart Where much love is in store Turning the page to fade to black and blue It is my own special way Of reaching out to you Pouring my heart out to Jesus In that tonight all things are new.... Muster Roll (Roll Call) 5-15-14 Setting my mental alarm clock For five in the morning I will be here if the good Lord is willing By time resurrection in that such I will be killing Dying to live like coffee yet to be spilling Feeling an urge to let it all go And get on with the night But as one with a want and need To continue to yet write By my muster roll of counted sheep In that I go dark and delve deep In the abundance of seeking out yet more Walking every day Before the court of such a harem To greet again my adulteress and whore.... A Meat, High In Fiber 5-15-14 Wondering if there is a world out there Where albums come not in the form of words Of song titles or sides of programs Installed to make it what it is O, so hard to express Such an idea in words So I let it up to fate And roll with it In the month of Tebeth High on crystal meth Coming in the form of life and death Wondering is there a world out there In no need for words to speak By the fiber of a slender filament By one's essential character and strength To determine the height, the breadth and the length Just wondering Do we really need the words to say To make it real... Hallucination 5-16-14 Today I hallucinate a nostalgic perfume Back to face the music by such olfactory sensation O, it's the bloody fix you yet taste And it's my cross to bear That will not go to waste As Ahasuerus loved Esther above all women It's the bloody fix you do As so I rock on In hopes to reach out to you Taking a deep toke As to myself I will be true By the textbook madhouse of erudition Today I yet imagine something sweeter.....