Pergamos

Abase And Abound
9-2-14


Of beautiful vulnerability
I do this to the best of my ability
To be found within a song
The thing you do here is not good
You will surely wear away
To say, but O, so long
As different hearts beat on different strings
I wish you luck the next time around
To but abase and to but yet abound
By my hoar frost and frozen dew
And my endeavors to reach out to you
Of beautiful vulnerability
For behold
I am for you
As God doth but adore you...












Let Them Call You
9-2-14


Let them call you
May it be a blessed bounty and brew
Leaving a trail of innocence
I am guilty before you
With my luck I know that I will fail
But by my blessing I hit with a hammer
Upon my brad nail
Of Queen Mab or Titania
Of Shelley and Blake
God only gives me what I can handle
Where I am still awake
Where the Christian religion
Is harsh like a camel cigarette
Not a very good testimony
O, get real, let them call you...












For Sinners Only
9-2-14


Triumphant and of tragic
I find my sense of humor at the door
O, brilliant and quite magic
I slip into something more comfortable at four
By a visage so marred
That we could not tell that he was a man
O, settle it in your hearts
And step on out to meet the van
Heaven is for sinners only
By the vine and blood
And oil and Spirit
O, was it God's will
That I would go into exile
O, did you get healed
Standing in line
Single file...


























Checkmate
9-2-14


Of computerized critics
And superior cynics
I go back to the clinics
To check myself at the door
And so it's no fear
Renegade steer clear
To the point when I can no longer hear
Where water is scarce
And I face my fear
As in their own image
Their world is fashion
And I will do just this
To be as my passion
As coffee runs in rivers
But only God delivers
Hey, it's power to you now
I don't remember much
But I am just what I am...










Finding
9-2-14


O, God's stars to wish upon
Are infinite and colossal
Come the finding of another childhood dinosaur fossil
I scare myself half to death
But to be brought back to life
It will never be good enough for them
In taking up my box cutting knife
According to the outcome
It all works out
By the beat of a different drum
Given the benefit of the doubt
O, maybe exile is a time for spiritual growth
As the state of integrity
I bear my Ishmael and my Isaac
According to the promise of the burden
It will surely serve us well...