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Today's Request (For Being) 6-13-14 Praying that I might enter again into my being To yet stand fast and not fleeing To no longer depend upon what I could be seeing As the nations that are as the remnant Will prove them and teach them war We hear their heartbeat And find out what it's for We see their tears in the rainfall And we're left only wanting more As the Lord hath left them Without driving them hastily out Praying that I might enter again this presence And see beyond my blindness of this doubt.... Collop 6-13-14 Lose some and win some Through them I prove them Whether they keep the way Or go again astray By this calcification I find more I can say By this deposition of intolerable facts The maker humbles and then again exacts To yet harden and solidify Coming closer to saturation Sitting out from such a waltz I have no agenda today save just this By such substances colloidal That bring about higher states of bliss The sun might melt our wings Tonight by our feast upon our collop We make the scene..... Of Dunite Igneous 6-13-14 Of dunite igneous Of olivine prayer It is better for a man to marry Than to burn with passion Of such an iron skillet To fry one's eggs And not according to fashion Turning over my Achtung Baby old school cassette The nineties were a time of transition By which we yet flourish By the music we face up to To spiritually nourish You know they don't see you When she walks into the room The chapter does not seem to apply to my life It's no secret at all Remaining in the place of my own calling A man will rise and fall From the sheer face of love I reach deep within and far above.... agenda A (Part 4) 6-13-14 Folds of flesh are served at tables of tribulation Trying all tendencies yet trite And my only agenda today is to read Scripture and write As they cry unto the Lord and he raises up a deliverer And we make our way through the day into the night As so he doth but prevail In that all things are made right Waiting for the end of the world Yeah, wait on the Lord And he will come down and save us from the mess we're in Seeking closure, the land has rest forty years amongst such Sidonians Where folds of flesh are served To strengthen shepherds According to our sorrows That lead to joy today..... On First Corinthians 7:5,6 6-13-14 Of olivine magnesium iron silicates I know not what to say or even think Where our abode is made as a dunghill And I make clean again my kitchen sink Rending due affection to one's better half So that it won't need to stink Don't turn around again, you gypsy heart Not to deprive one another Except for a consent of a time To give yourself to fasting and prayer And get back together when times are right It doesn't matter much to you When we're cut adrift and still floating Said as a concession But not as a commandment..... By My Preference (Gray) 6-13-14 For the form of the world is passing away For these morning skies by my preference are yet gray For I am given something more I can say For I can breathe deep and beseech God for this beatitude I have the whole weekend ahead of me To express this gratitude Bound by such a law As long as he's alive And such will be forever Where we are as the bride And he is as the groom The form of the world is passing away And for love we make room...... Left Handed 6-13-14 Living with what I cannot rise above All messed up with opera in my head Learning to accept the things I cannot change Baby, baby light my way For the cause of love And I think to also have this spirit dwelling within me But not to boast nor push and shove Plowing on into chapter eight God will say yes or no or sometimes wait We know that we all have knowledge Knowledge puffs up but love yet edifies Living with what I cannot rise above Ehud made a dagger with two edges of a cubit length As so all day today the Lord is my strength...... My Iron Skillet 6-13-14 Obdurate and willful So I seem to be in the face of all that is labile and willing I choose to fight against the grain Concerning things offered to idols We know to all have knowledge Brass browed and yet stiff necked We know that such is nothing in the world Hoping that these compositions Will be more than just filling in this empty space By many lords and many gods As common as street corners and traffic lights Such will be green again So we can pass on through And so that I might reach out to you Obdurate and willful I press onward....