Friday, May 1, 2015

grate

Grate
3-21-15


Took my five minute power prayer powder
If this even matters at all
Soon to go out for my chowder
I don't know why I still hide behind my west wall
There is no Cherise except for you
Into summer and soon into fall
Where the masquerade began
To kindle the fire upon the Sabbath
Keeping it all in perspective
Soon she will be here
And I will be to her as a blessing
O, Reuben tell me true
Taking up a brazen grate
As one to renounce all resentment and hate
And her hair hangs gently down
Where the poet is given his clean slate
Not to offer the blood with the leaven
I hope to meet you one day again in heaven
One day as a thousand years
I dig this sound....










Aholiab
3-21-15


Four more books yet to give titles to
I've got to admit
I am a wee bit obsessive
Where my reason goes bad
And they were the best scallops I ever had
We are restrained from bringing it around
For such is more than enough packed into my sound
Every morning I bring my offering
Still seeking for a middle ground
To devise curious works
And create beautiful oracles of remembrance
It was another victory
Four more books
I choose my titles by chance
Calling my Aholiab
He can make it well...








Bezeleel
3-21-15


By the wisdom of the embroiderer and the engraver
h our feet in our brazen laver
I stock up on cleaning supplies
Everyone's doing that rag
And when I stay busy time so flies
Calling as well our Bezeleel
Hoping that we can make it real
Son of Uri of the tribe of Judah
The people are restrained from giving
For it was all too much
So may we break out the snuffdishes and light up
And now that I have a full stomach
I can pour myself another cup
By the tabernacle and its sum
Such is as you and I
No longer indifferent
And no longer as numb
The earth will see you on through
This time clothed in tatters
Just so that I might write this rhyme...










Bekah (On The Money)
3-21-15


Talents of brass and shekels of gold
Shove it up your ass when we all grow old
Bekahs of silver
The test you will pass
Like a diamond eyed jack
All is bought and sold
Counted up by Ithamar
Today was like getting a new car
For the service of the Levites
And hopes for cricket songs on cool summer nights
With curtains and hangings and chimings and clangings
I mean not desecrate that which was sacred
According to commandment
Talents of brass
We allow the weeds to grow with the grass
As our cloud doth cover the tent
And soon again I pay the rent
Shekels of silver
Money well spent....










Groveling
3-21-15


I am a worm and no man
A reproach despised of the people trying to maintain my cat litter pan
Abject and groveling doing the best I can
As bulls hath compassed all part of God's plan
His glory fills our tent
And it was money well spent
Four more three-sixties yet to title
And so my favorite song began
Journeying not until the cloud is taken up
And as well a fire by night
And another coffee cup
I am a worm and no man
But this is all part of God's plan...






On Isaiah 8:12 (check this out)
3-21-15


Be shattered and be scattered
O, how it once mattered
O, how our ram is battered
Say not, a conspiracy
Say instead she is here to lend a helping hand
To rejoice in Rezin as one who would come to understand
By the waters of the Euphrates strong and mighty
Going as far as the Tigris of the increase of his government and peace
Clipped my fingernails so I can type
Sprayed my bathtub so I can scrub
The day was well worthwhile
Moreover he says to me
Take up four more scrolls by this one
Say not, a conspiracy
Nor an attempt to terrify them
As God we shall hallow...











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