To Mephibosheth
8-20-14
As Beerothites have fled
We are as those that get out the lead
In the form of my ball point
With music in my head
By the nurse taking him up to Mephibosheth
Being as both alive and dead
Plowing on through Paul's epistles
In hopes to stay out of bed
Presenting my supplications
As by manna I am yet well fed
O, behold we are your flesh and bone
And be it told
That you won't need to go it alone
As Beerothites have fled
I remain standing...
Anon
8-20-14
And they will turn their ears away from the truth
And turn aside to fables
But we thank God for our power
To run through our cords and cables
O, I have fought the good fight
Even in this simplicity of serving tables
To be poured out in a drink offering
With the time of my departure yet at hand
As so laid up for me
Is this golden crown
The worst that can happen
Is that again I will lose control
At the Day of His appearing
To be diligent to come to me quickly
And anon....
Of Further Inspiration
8-20-14
For Demas has forsaken me
Having loved this present world
But as for you
You have not let me down
As such by my inspiration
And this summary
I earn my golden crown
In getting back in touch
O, grace be with you, Amen
As so this word will be my crutch
O, greet Prisca and Aquila
And say, O thank you very much
O, may it not be charged against them
I plow on into the book of Titus
With its theme of its church order
For Demas has forsaken me
But as for you
You have never let me down...
At Crete
8-20-14
According to professors muddled in their intent
So is another hundred dollars well spent
I dream of taking on these classes with vestures rent
As a bondservant of this covenant
Which is where I went
According to the elect and this acknowledgment
In hope of life eternal
And to rethink and to repent
To Titus, a true son in the common faith
In the pitching of my own tent
For this reason I left you alone in Crete
To set in order what is lacking in things to eat
To be but hospitable
In avacados and whole wheat...
Have A Drink On Me
8-20-14
By the lazy eyed metaphor on the rocks
I stay on the wagon with no facial hair
Nor long locks
As so the king and his men
Come to the Jebusites with herds and flocks
To but return again from captivity
And put on my autumn boots and socks
To be a captain and a chief
To be as a poet and therefore a thief
Where David takes more concubines
To but rejoice even in this grief
As so late this afternoon
With caffeine I shake like a leaf
By this diligent simile
In my draft jar
I am what I am...
Tall Order
8-20-14
O, speak the things which are proper for sound doctrine
O, write your composition
For your testimony
In being chaste and discreet
As a long shot down on South Queen street
As a tall order over there on Edgar Square
As a pipe dream out here on the east end
Upon God now I depend
By this sound speech
That needs not be condemned
Whom gave himself for us
In his own due season
O, speak things rather to but edify
And may Jesus be the reason....
Exhort
8-20-14
Truth brings a smile
And now I am lost again
Reality brings tears
By the workings today
Of such a black and humble pen
O, exhort and hold down the fort
O, admonish
According to the love of a higher sort
The sun makes his way out onto the scene
As this grace has appeared to all men
O, just turn it on
I'm lost again
By his own special people
Zealous for good works
O, speak these things and exhort
Letting no one despise you
Exhort...
Another Shaving Cut
8-20-14
* thank you Jesus for I have suffered....
Without blood there is no remission
I say this much to but justify another shaving cut
Where I am still in my but or my if
And but my front door securely shut
With my honey roasted peanut
I hope to stop the bleeding
In that San Francisco is leading
And football fans leave me wanting and needing
To speak evil of no one
And to invite the light
Of our taken for granted sun
These things are good and profitable to obtain
Yes, I will but run
Without blood there is no remission
O, pardon here the pun.....
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