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Work Of Art 6-12-14 May Jehovah answer you in the day of distress May the dweller abound in his beautiful mess Trying to clean up some this weekend As one to but confess I have a serious side to me In this may he sustain you From Zion as far as the eye can see I pray for those that walk on by As if making intercession for me May he grant the desires of your heart There is a life in that mess By which the waters of the Red Sea doth yet part Be ye holy for I am holy And make it your work of art Yeah, make it your work of art...... On Psalm 20:4 6-12-14 May he give you success to all your plans Yeah, may he grant you the power of upcoming July suntans Cause that's where fishes go When the fisher gets the sense to see Yeah, I found God today And he was exactly like me Make not yourself equal to him But yet follow him to be free What are you doing in this darkness, baby Some rely on chariots And others on horses By the flowing of rivers by their deltas Mouths and fluent sources O, Jehovah save the king And I will raise my voice to sing..... Commemoration 6-12-14 O, Jehovah in your strength The king rejoices In being given sweeter opportunities Of these choices you have granted him the desire of his heart By encouraging voices And you have not witnessed the request of his lips Selah As today I quote the psalms As my commemoration to these day trips Your hand will find out all your enemies And your friend will partake in mint chocolate chip triple dips For you will make them to retreat By which the spirit yet equips By aiming your bow straight at them As arrows determine one's hips..... Cleat 6-13-14 Looking back on my Halloween vigil of the year of five Today is my lucky day to be awake and alive As the number needs not be ominous To yet flourish and thrive The sweeter the sin, the better the taste in my mouth Soon I take my nose dive Serving my Ashteroth and Baal Hitting with my hammer the rusty nail She is raging Yet the love of God doth not fail By one's cleated walk of such a clearwing Again I set sail I don't know where to go from here But I am thankful even in the belly of the whale..... On Judges 2:17 6-13-14 My lucky dollar sits on my shelf Next to my book of poetry of William Blake As in the grass so doth flourish my snake They would not hearken to these judges That make their terrible mistake A limb is lost As a chain is undone And I am wide awake Going awhoring after other gods For one's own sake It repented the Lord because of such groaning In that they were greatly distressed As God is with our judge today In that there is no one that needs to be impressed I dreamed I saw a desert rose Of which by my tongue I confessed.... Inveigh 6-13-14 Haleluliah, six more archives Hosanna, I have my work cut out for me Till I lose my mind again Better today than tomorrow In the business of another blue and humble pen They would not hearken unto the judges Knowing not what comes first The egg or the hen Angel or devil I was thirsty in the lion's den My desire so doth motivate my diligence Yeah, they were greatly distressed But not according to where or when Yet to inveigh Yeah, yet to rail And on deep seas yet set sail.... Oratorio 6-13-14 By reason of them That oppressed and vexed them Our groanings repented our Lord So that we might text them O, how dare I say such things worldly as such Because I wanted to get back in touch Speaking pompously and voluble Where it doesn't really matter that much As long as I can make my way into the night And not pay extra care upon cane or crutch To behold again my oratorio And yet discern the riff To enjoy it for what it is And not to try to analyze it The sun makes its way back out onto the scene So that I might tell my shadows And accept it for what it is.....