Plowing Through Job Again
9-1-14
*** he got back twice than what he lost....
The book of Job is as poetry
Like the Psalms
It is what it is
In froth, foam and fizz
I hold the blade in trembling hands
To be as the Scholar
Whom takes his pop quiz
As a man doth plead for his neighbor
Looking upon the things of others
In the drudgery of honest labor
O, will he rest in death
In that we are out of breath
The book of Job is as poetry to me
As the Spirit so is broken
I will say not
O, woe is me...
In Sackcloth
9-1-14
O, thank you Jesus
That I have been left out
O, praise you my Yaweh
That I have been excluded
Where I spend what I had made
In nothing at all
As upon my eyelids
Is the shadow of death
You have worn me out
In tales broad and tall
And as my days are but past
My evidence is on high
O, my spirit is broken
But I have not the heart to ask O why
He wonders if I'm sleeping
With my new found faith
As I hide today behind my west wall
O, thank you Savior
That I never made it with them...
Of Steely Brew
9-1-14
* here's another shit coffee rhyme
I pray that I might enter
A Monday Sabbath rest
In hopes for tomorrow to go west
To meet my brother there and to yet invest
O, Earth O cover my blood
And build my nest with no violence
In my hands according to this transition
I shall go the way of no return
And complete my mission
The music fulfills this gratitude
Under another bittersweet condition
By this hardness of my steely brew
Safe in a permanent gaze
So much I yet allow...
Scattered
9-1-14
Scattered in the Day dark and cloudy
Dispersed as seeds
Blown in the breeze rauceous and rowdy
Staring intensely
Gazing and agaze
As one to be One to solve the maze
I find my way through it
Under my skies sheathed in this haze
O, where is my hope
In a bath with Irish Spring soap
Shall we have rest together in the dust
As so today in God
I place my reverential trust
Yet scattered
Feeding them in good pasture
To appear again on closed circuit TV
To but view up close, the Master
I am scattered.....
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