rank

Rank
9-1-14


When you're one of the few to land on their feet
Won't you partake in the milk
To but wash down the meat
To but have compassion and deal gently
To set up your study once and twice again
On your love and hate seat
An angry chair of grain and of wheat
Humid, moist, damp and dank
According to these blessings
That today God I thank
Where the breakfast of champions
Is but nothing
That is as something
Clad in vestures rank....












*** paging back to the beginning of my 18th book of 2014...




On Second Timothy 2:14
8-20-14
** look this one up for yourself...




Striving about words to no profit
I begin my eighteenth book
For its own purpose
But to testify
It's all good here and now
That I don't need to lie
To the benefit of all that have ears to hear
Aimlessly I ramble on
In my fighting of such a fear
Where fat cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees
Striving about words to no profit
Yeah, if this is all I do
Then indeed I do well...




















Some Hath Strayed
8-20-14


O, some hath strayed concerning the truth
I'll take this position
And assume the missionary part
That I play in mid life
To soon follow strength of youth
But now
O, know that in the last days
So will be the works of art
As men will be lovers of themselves
Such as I torn asunder and pulled apart
As a pony before the cart
O, some hath strayed
As God knows his servants
Nevertheless the solid foundation
Still stands for which we yet smart...






















My C Flat
8-20-14


O, my leftover Coca Cola stands flat
By which I choose to stay home to watch the rain
And to abide alongside my cat
As this servant must not quarrel about this or that
To but fire unto your own ranks
And step up to bat
To but cleanse himself of the latter
Of where it's at
In humility concerning those
Whom are in opposition
A scapegoat falls to climb
But still completes his mission
Having this seal
O, the good Lord knows my current condition
O, my leftover Coca Cola stands flat...










Engaged
8-20-14


Engaged in warfare
To serve as soldiers
I put on another pot of Black Silk Foldiers
As a consequence shows its difference in you and me
Of our haughty and our headstrong
And our choosing to stay home and watch the rain
In no need to go along
Engaged in warfare
Perfect, finished and complete
Yet sanctified to be as useful for my master
My actions make me beautiful
Just as I am
Engaged...