emergence

Emergence
4-30-14


By the emergence from the eclipse
In this going out into the transit
I am provided transportation
Coming in the form of jubilation
But I say did not the city of York
Know the purpose of the downfall of rain that pours
And the salvation today of drunkards and whores
Doing tricks and stopping into state stores
Where Christ is the end of the law for righteousness
Yeah, the Word is nigh thee
O, how shall they preach lest they be sent
Where love is a power greater than death
O, doth not the city of York know....












Barbarian
4-30-14


My cubicle mate has moved on
I prayed for him to have a wonderful day
As me, likewise
I pray for those automatic writings
To lift up the name of God
And now I have my perfect view
To the west of me
Ready to be as a beacon
For the word
To both the barbarians and the Greeks
Unto both he whom hides
And he whom seeks
Say not in thine heart
Who shall ascend
Where with the heart a man believes
And with the mouth he doth confess
Yet primitive and uncivilized
Am I by the syllables
To yet accentuate and stress
My cubicle mate has moved on
I wish him well...












On Romans 10:12
4-30-14


There is no difference
Between the Jew and the Greek
There is no contrast
Yeah,
There is no distinction
Yes their sound went into all of the earth
Responsible for many today to come to see their rebirth
How beautiful are the feet
Of those that bring it around
No girls with sandals on quite yet
But I know that the best is yet to come
When today is the day of my salvation
For whomsoever calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved
And whomsoever believes on Him shall not be ashamed
My inspection has passed
And here I am again today
Yeah, I made it
Hallelujiah and Hosanna
As Esaias is very bold today
By way of my pen
In entering into the month of May....










Today, It Is
4-30-14


On this last day of April
Rain is pouring down
As I swing my hammer
Soon to come my forty-one
Still under the sun
As to obtain the prize
I yet run by a pen to ramble
And yet stammer
O, hath God cast away his people
God forbid and certainly not
Crudely ornate and rich
By my hands that doth yet tremble and twitch
Where they're calling for floods in the streets
Flowing into my deep ditch
They bow down their back always
Yeah, they have killed the prophets
And dug down their altars
Just so they might offer up themselves
As a worthy sacrifice
On this last day of April
I so let it be....