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Andrographic
12-18-14


In cellular metabolism we get what we need
Where love is a razor and I will walk the line
But not for ambition in ones avarice or greed
Conducive to ones memory
This deadly nicotine seems to always win in the end
The next pot I brew is twice in potency
And I have many letters to send
My latest metal molar filling is quite awkward
But I'll live with it
Yet to try new andrographics
And study medicine
But not for a degree
But to find the real me....








To Note The Where
12-18-14


I love you in my God
Even if you think I'm not the real deal
Even if you say that I am bound by what I feel
Even when you say the devil is at my heel
The boogie man isn't so bad after all
I play my air piano
As if I should take it up
But all I know to do is refill my cup
Turning the sound check over to Maiden
According to my sip and sup
O, note the where
And get a change of underwear
Slip into something a little more comfortable
In that it's all yours....








Moving On
12-18-14


I meet myself tonight in Atlantic City
To gamble with this inspiration
And quote my heroes and their songs pretty
And we'll soon be on our way
But not for pity
As no one grows old according to choice
With no homes to go to
And brothers under the bridge that burn me out
According to my faring lavishly
Expanding and contracting
If I see him I will simply just be his friend
All I can do is pray
That he maketh his way
O, how I moved on
And all I need know is just this....








Love, The Higher Law
12-18-14


There is relation of Christ to the law
When the law is love
Jesus, save me and guard my front door
In preference to steak rare and sometimes raw
From Galilee and from Decapolis
And the places of which I dream of
Even if such I haven't seen
Come the contrast of my octagram
In its indigo and green
O, so shall it be done
In what it all can come to mean
The kingdom is at hand
And come the first day of winter solstice
I want to make the scene...










Killed
12-18-14


By disciples with a call to service
They were casting their nets with a new understanding
Of how the servant is the greatest of titles
Before the poet walketh away from the looking glass and forgets
Soon it gets too dark to read the fine print
So I take it all as it comes
By the striking of my flint
No jot nor tittle will pass from the law
Till all is fulfilled
First reconciliation and then sacrifice
In that order of another mocha killed...