Monday, September 15, 2014

redeemer

My Redeemer Lives
9-2-14


Ye are not satisfied with my flesh
As in flesh and bone
It is impossible to please you
As fields I yet cultivate and thresh
It's a sad, sad story
My goal is more than a thought
By the statutes by which I am raised and taught
I grow too old for my ears
How my heart yearns within me
Sieve the boat of the matter
To lieth beneath
It's my ruin I must say
So you still question why
As so but doth echo
Will be my lie.....












I Chose Freewill
9-2-14


Classic rock has its moments in time
I chose my freewill
So much that I forgot to make it rhyme
For wrath bringeth the punishment of stealth and sword
And all will be well tonight
In the good Lord according to Zophar's final speech
And my twentieth book entitled Pergamos
Remind me if I forget
Pace yourself and you will see fit
To go there again
And Labor Day is far spent
And it's time again to pay the rent
Drink up, O dreamer
And give up your worry for Lent
Classic rock has its moments
And I am satisfied...












Get Smart, Don't Start
9-2-14


O, do you not know this of old
Playing with my three quarters deck
Yet to be but bought and sold
Content to let the days go by
This is my passion
I will not fold
It's a tragedy and it seems to take forever
As the spirit of my understanding
Causes me to but answer
Waiting for someone to come along
And say let your lisp be loosed
And be free from your cancer
By one of the most sublime of passages
It becomes as cobra venom within me...














Residuum
Of my residuum
And of her residue
I find my way but it's nothing new
There's plenty more where that came from
Cut the bullshit in looking for the open door
On you I will not quitO, quit ye like men
For peace and not for war
By the ability to but recover
As resilience against adversity
All buoyance
Try it out and I think you'll like it
O, why do you look so sad
O, look alive and please don't go mad
Of my residuum
I am what I am by his grace...














Mangrove
9-2-14


Springing back to its original form
To yet reside
It scares me half to death
But I will hang in
But for a little while
You can't go on like this forever
By the simplicity of your new endeavor
I go great lengths to explore my threshold of pain
As I am one indeed to say that I can
Take the rain by the mangrove of my mange
We want to sing out
O, home on the range
Springing back to its original form
To yet resile
I set up one shepherd over them....
























Four Years Sober (Good Job!)
9-2-14


So much wasted
And this moment keeps slipping away
As one to say that indeed I have tasted
Led not afar nor led astray
I will make with them a covenant of peace
Yet lofty I will pray and not cease
It's time out for you my man
And to reevaluate the lease
I see my cup of joe as half full
Like notes that fall gently like rain
By my post Labor Day blues
I am not one to say
That I can take the news
So much wasted
O, are we on the same page
Of sweet wine yet tasted....










On Exodus 34:24 (Look It Up!)
9-2-14


Raised up for them another plant of renown
Keeping verb tenses simple in the state of the proper noun
Another toy they'll destroy
It's time to get real
And to claim one's joy
Not ready for Counting Crows
Yet still I am a crass and green boy
The world can use this beauty
And to be no more consumed with hunger
In that I have hopes to be getting older and younger
Wherein I cry out for another little victory
To wander home through quiet streets....












The Free Thinker
9-2-14


I can see how this can be an issue
Pulling my nose hairs out
Without use of a tissue
All of that coffee can't be doing you any good
Where a morsel makes all the difference in the world
And it's a lonely one at that
I can see how this can be a burden
You don't know me
O, stay away
Where an oracle confronts me there
O, how I pray
I am saved once and twice again
By the fluent flow of this fountain pen
It's a nice thought
May it not lead to emotion
Yet profound....

























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