bless these books

*** going back to my most recent works, more refined...




Bless These Books
9-1-14


O, my God won't you bless my books
May they be a whole lot more
Than my good looks
May these words go somewhere
By the baiting of worms upon fish hooks
O, hath ye fenced up my ways
So that I could not pass
If indeed I exalt myself
I will be yet abased
By the fragrance of new mown grass
As so I begin my nineteenth book
Like the Nowhere man going somewhere
By his troops that come together
That you might come to know
That indeed I am...
























Another pot of Chok Full of Nuts (There Is Hope)
9-1-14


Sing now
Your journey had but just begun
O, how long will you be the one to forsake me
By ropes yet tied and yarn yet spun
To but break me into pieces by these words
And yet to obtain the prize we yet run
Putting on another pot of Chok Full of Nuts
I am not the only one crying out
"I want to die"
Yes, my God
I have to go and be with you
Here and there
If indeed I have erred
In not changing my underwear
And to say O, how I dare
My error remains within me
Sing now and don't be afraid to care...














On Job 18:21 (remixed)
9-1-14


I'm going to finish my book
Even if it's the last thing I do today
As so I bait my steel hook
Glad to be as one that has found again his way
Wading in streams waist deep
By Job's stern reply
I am given these words to say
As those in the west
Have found peace of mind
As this is the place
For they whom know Him afresh
I'm going to finish this book
To but start again a new one
Surely such are the dwellings of the blessed.....
























My Chosen Victory
9-1-14
*** thank you Jesus for I have suffered....




A noose is hidden
Somewhere for me on the ground
But I am grateful for the music and its resonant sound
To but gain understanding
And after this but write
To plow my way on through
Into a cool and quiet late summer night
As they parade him before the King of peace
Where I will continually pray and not cease
Uprooted from the shelter of such a tent pitched
In wide open fields
Where haste is made
In spite of swords and shields
To devour the patches of my skin
These words are not my own
But hey, I still win
Yes, I still win....












Ode To Bildad
9-1-14


Like the moment where my brakes lock
I make my way home seventeen more miles on back brakes
Alone
Where nothing is carved in stone
I now surrender my life onto Him
By Bildad's second speech of new hopes
O, how long till you put an end to these words
To but gain understanding of songs of mid afternoon birds
Sometimes I wish that I could not hear at all
Like the moment where my brakes lock
All is well again come eight o clock....












I Count Myself Fortunate
9-1-14
*** thank you God for I have sinned...




As I should go the way of no return
My money invested in vice
Doth all burn
In a need to bring it back to these thieves
We have our lesson to learn
For I shall not find one wise among you
To but perceive and to discern
As he hath made a byword
Of the people for the cause of the example
And the height of our steeple
As I say unto corruption
You are my father
And to grace, you are my son
O, now put forth your pledge
And count yourself as a fortunate one
Where we shall rest together in the dust....