Wednesday, February 25, 2015

humbled

Humbled
2-28-10


I cry out to God
Yet the past times will transpire
Little girl says I ought to go back to penmanship class
And I will be burned in the fire
She said that I was a thumb sucker
And I say I am no better than a motherfucker
There, it is said
As I suppose I'd be better off dead
There must be a better life than this
Where it is easier to say
That ignorance is bliss....










My Fault
3-1-10


It's my fault
It's too late
Was what I said
After the days when I was taught
That it was great
It's my fault
Yet I say it all upon the cross
I humble myself
So that God will exalt
Counting as winnings all of my loss
If I lose I win
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
In my Easter basket of chocolate and sin
So I go right to it
Open up the foil and chew it
And such is a blessing
I count amongst thousands...












Used To Be Afraid
3-1-10


I used to be afraid to mention the word Satan
Yet I develop a more open mind
To consider Paylon, Obama and Peyton
Putting on my thinking cap
An old cowboy hat that looks like crap
This place is a mess
But it's still my home
This is both my office and my pleasure dome
This is also my comfort zone and my shrine
Where I will plunder brass in my gold mine
I used to be afraid of the Buddha statue
In a Chinese restaurant
Yet now I can choose
A darker and bolder font...












Always wanting more
3-1-10


Peter said to them
Repent and be baptized
Yet we ought to consider where is our heart
And just what is our possession prized
Loving to do what I do with dollars few
It seems we are always left wanting more
As one can yet be inwardly a Jew
To see it all as both filthy and pure
It all starts with a menial tasting
Yet I consider this
Neither as squandering or wasting
Where we get what we pay for...










Denizen
3-1-10


Consider the denizen
The regular and the resident
As the next McDonalds customer
Just might be the president
And all I have in my possession is tonight
Praying my requests to prove it till daylight
Twelve hour to bide
To wonder is there love in this pride
According to the Scripture
This answer is no
But we take our chances in order to grow
Eight glasses remain
Yeah, this lifestyle is insane...










A Bird Watch
3-1-10


May us get out our telescope
To observe the flicker and the woodpecker
May us find a brand new hope
To go to the fast food joint
For a triple decker
As still I watch Scooby Doo
To wonder were they potheads
Such a thought made me laugh
To give a chance to my tasting of foreign breads
So I meddle with my cat to seize the day
When the Spirit makes its own utterance
When I know not for which to pray
Yet I will press on just the same..













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