Wednesday, March 4, 2015

manse

Manse
8-3-14


Of manse residences
We yet embark upon new missions
To step out on faith
In precarious positions
Risking our throats
By sheep, cattle and goats
And hitting those high notes
In singing repetitious
Behold many believers are added
To the kingdom of multitudes
Of both men and women
So it will be
According to the measure of ones faith
For all to see
In what lies in you
Within these boundaries
We are given new eyes to see
As so it will be
A gift given to us for free...








On Acts 5:12 (look this up)
8-3-14


By the hands of the Apostles
Were many signs and wonders are yet wrought
By the findings of our dinosaur fossils
For freedom we have but yet fought
And many believers are added to the kingdom
And many scholars are well taught
To watch this crimson sunrise
That will not come to nought
As they are all of one accord at Solomon's porch
Not as one to but hide
In carrying their glowing torch
A distant brother returns to me my pen
As so last night I give God praise
In my lions' den
As great fear comes upon all of the church
According to the where and when
Here and now tonight
I sing my song again...










At Whales
8-3-14


By thine cetology
Of my citizenship into the kingdom
I greet my fellow whales
At a place of lavish feasting
O, seize the day
And savor the flavor
And swim those seas of serenity
By the louvre in our wall
That succeeds not to divide us
By this zoology of zeal
I enter the kingdom here now and tonight
In that of these wonders  I will write
Taking up new pens by faith and not by sight
Meet me there my brother
And join in the good fight
Cherish your life while you're still around
To that you have this right
By thine cetology of my citizenship
I will meet you there....










Culpable
8-3-14


Culpable commodities we yet crave
And care more for deserving of blame and censure
We but proceed
In our endeavors
In search for more knowledge
Striving against the wind
And blowing smoke
It is a part of life
I fail to but renounce and relinquish
Holding fast to such bondage
In its affections of culpable commodities
Yet evil, yet wrong
And improper and injurious
We but proceed
Serving as our golden calves
According to want and need
It is what it is
Here, now and tonight....










By Ones Amazing Alexia
8-3-14


O, let my words be seasoned with salt
O, may by presence be a blessing
To all that hear what I have to say
To be abased
In that God doth exalt
Where I am blinded by a paradise
Of such utopia
Where it is no ones fault
In that it is what it is
To by coffee froth
And milkshake malt
O, come let us adore him
By ones amazing Alexia
We are made blind
That we might see again
Made poor to become rich
Stripped of all that we might possess all things
Resting upon the waters of our Jordan
The herald angel sings
O, let my words be seasoned with salt
When I go there again....










Clean Sheets
8-3-14


Filled with indignation we rise up
Of the sect of the Saducees
We refill our coffee cup
As so the high priests rise
Before the prudent and the wise
By all lows and highs
Where we are cut back down to size
Humbled to be but exalted
Insomuch as they bring forth
The sick into the streets
Laying them on beds and couches
Where laid out are clean sheets
Spending our last doubloon
On our debauchery
Daring to divert
And not get hurt
To but spend it here
In not need to travel to Spain
To but partake
Here, now and tonight...










Love Apple
8-3-14


And then so were healed
Everyone of their kind
Bringing the sick
And those vexed
To be healed by the meaning of the text
And to but receive what is coming next
This is my testimony
Seemingly ruined by vice
In that I'm still willing to pay the price
We lie to each other so much
Where so comes our multitude
Out of the cities round about our Jerusalem
Taking our bite out of our love apple
In its aphrodisiac arousal
We but partake
As we find a way to stay awake
Not our average sad tomato
But as fruit quite fresh
For the satisfying of the flesh....











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