Eat A Peep
3-21-15
Of our divine counsels
Eastward, northward
We travel tomorrow morning
God willing we ought to say
But invariably retribution doth fall on them
And much time today I am killing
Such is called an idol
Because one day it will return to the dust
As such is a no god
Because it is limited to our carnal lust
Not to open his mouth
Not even with a peep
As so these Easter themes
Will begin again to delve deep
Where no one moved his wing
But as for me I will stand up and sing
As if a rod could wield itself against those that lift it up...
Repute Revisited
3-21-15
Such a soul will dwell at ease
And abide in prosperity
Like a July afternoon breeze
According to all grace and her charity
The humble he will guide in justice
According to this nostalgic rarity
As daylight fades
As God doth instruct sinners in the Way
I tried to make good grades
But I always had something else to say
Come our savor of the Savior
And the power to interest and excite
In the palate there is a new flavor
About which tonight I will write
To perceive it with relish
To repute it to have it specified
Such a soul will dwell at ease
Even the man that didn't get down upon his knees....
The Law Is Love
3-21-15
By the offering with fine flour
And to pour oil upon it
The slogan of the hour
With frankincense we take our memorial
Where no leaven is to be burned with honey
And once more I am right on the money
Where all oblations are to be made with salt
Now that this is said
I must say that the law of love burns all of this away
To seek within, beyond and above
In just looking around
Looking for new flavors come the estimation
In the view of others
To go out into the world
And gain new brothers
To help us to get it together....
Bastion
3-21-15
By this burnt sacrifice
By this sweet savor
What is all of this for now
That we know of a Savior
Can't walk away from the price
But Jesus already knew the flavor ministered to
In the driest of places
Sweet dreams console ones future
Come our favorable reputation
You're going to love again
This was the song running through my mind
That kept my storm kind
Of flanks and caul
Of loins and fat
Towards my west wall
The dark sometimes is where it's at
By the bastion of democracy
We are given this choice to just be...
Bastion (Part 2)
3-21-15
These are my great writings
They are greater than me
In that they come from God
Come our side between the rib and the hip
By no such pride
Nor even trying to forget that trip
I take my sixty watt bulbs for granted
Yet to moderate my volume
And get a fresh grip
Commanded to sit tight
And wait for my divine interruption
These are my great writings
Like a volcanic eruption
Much to be reiterated
But for those who are just tuning in.
It's all fresh to us once more
By our projecting portion
At the base towards the main work
It is here, it is now
In our fortified place
I'll give it twenty minutes
To spend with my dear friend, Grace...
Duality Remains
3-21-15
Stooping down in the dollar general store
To purchase four new notebooks
I thought I smelled dog dung on my boots
Calories not burned become as fat
So tonight I partake in my fruits
Love, joy and peace
As I cheat in breaking out the cookies
I pray and I do not cease
O, what is the meaning of Leviticus
But the laws that were written
Even for people like us
My inner Jew agrees
As he encourages me to one day step upon the bus
For those that sin in ignorance
I wait in my longsuffering
O, divide it asunder and cut it in two
To be made whole once and twice again
As duality remains...
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