Conviction
2-25-14
Unto us is the confusion of faces
By conviction by the author and the finisher of our faith
By which trust is ones addiction
Compassed about by a great cloud of witness
Where truth is stranger than fiction
Wanting such to be ones sweet dream
Getting on with the day in its friction
May us set aside every weight
As well as the sins that do not yet beset us
Yeah, unto us is the conviction of faces
Turning northward to make our way to higher places
Running with patience
The race that is set before us....
Stoned And Sawn
2-25-14
Stoned and sawn asunder
By the pressure believers today seem to be under
Yet to know great spoil and plunder
Content with what one has not according to his lack
Dreaming again of ones Big Mac attack
Tempted and slain by the sword
Of our Word of God
That points straight to the Lord
Wandering about in sheepskins
Desolate and afflicted
Yet in their sins
Stoned and sawn asunder
So am I today
For the cause of all that is just and right....
On Hebrews 11:38-40
2-25-14
Wandering in mountains, deserts and dens
Of whom the world is not worthy
Taking up today humble pens
Roving in caverns and in caves
Taking up the ark bourn of golden staves
Rambling in valleys by the muddy banks of fluent streams
Being today the prophet and the interpreter of last night's dreams
Obtaining a good report through faith
Receiving the promise
Where many are made perfect without us
In sugar packets and coffee creams...
Projection
2-25-14
Sabotaging the proposition
I go my own way for this well being
staying home to observe the snow plows
According to this visualization and projection at my table
Back in the here and now of where I ought to be
By the author and the finisher of our faith
Not according to what one can see
Having not resisted unto blood
Striving against sin
As a fighter in battle array
Lest I'd be weary in my mind
Resting assured that it all went this way for a reason....
Witness
2-25-14
Lifting up my hands that hang down
With feeble knees
Making paths straight for feet
Following peace with all men
According to all that the watcher sees
In high hopes for a heaven
Yet to know for myself
Asking a blessing upon the grass and trees
Where the lame are not turned out of the way
According to the prisoner that truth so frees
Being today as the vouyer and watcher
Of all my eyes can but witness
Lifting up hands that hang down
To be as one to worship...
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
rock salt
Rock Salt
1-6-14
In that day so assembled are those that halt
As so the city will not need run out of rock salt
Making streets once again clear
Where the new beginning is near
According to the end where joy doth lie just around the bend
To gather her whom is driven out
To be one to grasp what this is all about
By this poem written poorly yet base
In that such is devout
As in that day so assembled
Are those that begin again...
Clubfoot
1-6-14
By taliped and talipes
Figuratively I get back down on my knees
Hoarding nuts and Swiss cheese
Discovering again tonight my birds and bees
As in that day so assembled are those that halt
Being one to be abased
In that yesterday's laurels doth yet exalt
By talipes and taliped
The Spirit of the Comforter will raise the dead
Making she that is halted a remnant
Where all vagrants will be well fed
Casting off our strong nation
By the music in my head...
Sybarite
1-6-14
By the wealth and luxury of Sybaris
I greet my brethren with a holy kiss
Dreaming of south Italy
Like a drama I won't need to miss
Of to another rusty new beginning
sitting next to a cat that would never hiss
By the abundance of affluence of the Sybarite
All I know how to do today is write
In high hopes to make my way straight into tonight....
Odd Fish
1-6-14
Simpletons and odd fishes
Come today make seven wishes
expecting miracles in the form of side dishes
By which the average Joe takes up pick spade and hoe
To find out how it is sweet to know
By my upshot, conclusion and result
Where the abased so the good Lord doth exalt
O, tower of the flock
Be to the earth as the salt...
Northward
1-6-14
From me the Word so is sounded forth
Where all ambition like an eagle spreads her wings to fly north
Making the most of morning moments
Getting ready to weather the approaching storm
By the negativity of negotiations of the norm
Grace to you and peace from the Father
By my dreams of my return to the collage dorm
So, O from me the Word so is voiced
By all grace and glory
By which the poet hath rejoiced....
1-6-14
In that day so assembled are those that halt
As so the city will not need run out of rock salt
Making streets once again clear
Where the new beginning is near
According to the end where joy doth lie just around the bend
To gather her whom is driven out
To be one to grasp what this is all about
By this poem written poorly yet base
In that such is devout
As in that day so assembled
Are those that begin again...
Clubfoot
1-6-14
By taliped and talipes
Figuratively I get back down on my knees
Hoarding nuts and Swiss cheese
Discovering again tonight my birds and bees
As in that day so assembled are those that halt
Being one to be abased
In that yesterday's laurels doth yet exalt
By talipes and taliped
The Spirit of the Comforter will raise the dead
Making she that is halted a remnant
Where all vagrants will be well fed
Casting off our strong nation
By the music in my head...
Sybarite
1-6-14
By the wealth and luxury of Sybaris
I greet my brethren with a holy kiss
Dreaming of south Italy
Like a drama I won't need to miss
Of to another rusty new beginning
sitting next to a cat that would never hiss
By the abundance of affluence of the Sybarite
All I know how to do today is write
In high hopes to make my way straight into tonight....
Odd Fish
1-6-14
Simpletons and odd fishes
Come today make seven wishes
expecting miracles in the form of side dishes
By which the average Joe takes up pick spade and hoe
To find out how it is sweet to know
By my upshot, conclusion and result
Where the abased so the good Lord doth exalt
O, tower of the flock
Be to the earth as the salt...
Northward
1-6-14
From me the Word so is sounded forth
Where all ambition like an eagle spreads her wings to fly north
Making the most of morning moments
Getting ready to weather the approaching storm
By the negativity of negotiations of the norm
Grace to you and peace from the Father
By my dreams of my return to the collage dorm
So, O from me the Word so is voiced
By all grace and glory
By which the poet hath rejoiced....
moving on
Moving On
1-5-14
Moving onto the epistle of Ephesians
By which such theme is Christ's body
Namely us
In a need for one another
Where I pray for a brother that boards the bus
Seeing today the minus to be shown what is brighter in the plus
Where the saint is not without sin
But through faith he is a member glad to be the dweller
That has made it through my December
written in the year of sixty
Of which I read again
So that I might remember
By this repetition quite of necessity...
Of Then And Now
1-5-14
Apostle Paul wrote his heart from behind bars
In times before subways, locomotives and cars
Like unto us that abide beneath bright stars
Where I can have confidence in that all is vanity
Like a fruitless trip to Mars
Where our happiness ought not depend upon our circumstance
Reading this larger letter
According to my singing and victory dance
An apostle by the will of God
As so Scripture doth yet enhance
Apostle Paul wrote his heart from behind bars
To the saints in Ephesus here now and today
As it was back then....
Not Of Ourselves
1-5-14
Made fair by the multitude of branches
Envied by many
In such a glory a gift
And not something of ourselves
In hopes to return again to tablets and shelves
Where all the trees of Eden look upon him
And wish to be just as beautiful
And because he lifted up himself in height
He is brought down to be as my insight
To take up for when I go back into town
By which I have hopes to yet return...
Stop
1-5-14
It's so hard to set it all aside
To stand back and observe
The beauty of all that has already been done
It's so hard to be satisfied
With what I am already freely given
Already to be one to return to my novel
Subordinate to the Scripture that can wait
Gazing upon a miniature stop sign upon my west wall bookshelf
Wanting to cease from this chase so that I might be one to enjoy the lesser lights
Of a tree that still stands in hidden corners made known...
Empty Ode
1-6-14
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
By which such contention doth come about by pride
Yet such an emptiness might be the key to a new beginning of the real me
My life begins today and I am free
So it's fly by night by a moment cut short
By my words that doth admonish and exhort
Wishing there was a better way to express my emptiness
That will be to me as well the fullness to yet resume where the music begins...
1-5-14
Moving onto the epistle of Ephesians
By which such theme is Christ's body
Namely us
In a need for one another
Where I pray for a brother that boards the bus
Seeing today the minus to be shown what is brighter in the plus
Where the saint is not without sin
But through faith he is a member glad to be the dweller
That has made it through my December
written in the year of sixty
Of which I read again
So that I might remember
By this repetition quite of necessity...
Of Then And Now
1-5-14
Apostle Paul wrote his heart from behind bars
In times before subways, locomotives and cars
Like unto us that abide beneath bright stars
Where I can have confidence in that all is vanity
Like a fruitless trip to Mars
Where our happiness ought not depend upon our circumstance
Reading this larger letter
According to my singing and victory dance
An apostle by the will of God
As so Scripture doth yet enhance
Apostle Paul wrote his heart from behind bars
To the saints in Ephesus here now and today
As it was back then....
Not Of Ourselves
1-5-14
Made fair by the multitude of branches
Envied by many
In such a glory a gift
And not something of ourselves
In hopes to return again to tablets and shelves
Where all the trees of Eden look upon him
And wish to be just as beautiful
And because he lifted up himself in height
He is brought down to be as my insight
To take up for when I go back into town
By which I have hopes to yet return...
Stop
1-5-14
It's so hard to set it all aside
To stand back and observe
The beauty of all that has already been done
It's so hard to be satisfied
With what I am already freely given
Already to be one to return to my novel
Subordinate to the Scripture that can wait
Gazing upon a miniature stop sign upon my west wall bookshelf
Wanting to cease from this chase so that I might be one to enjoy the lesser lights
Of a tree that still stands in hidden corners made known...
Empty Ode
1-6-14
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
By which such contention doth come about by pride
Yet such an emptiness might be the key to a new beginning of the real me
My life begins today and I am free
So it's fly by night by a moment cut short
By my words that doth admonish and exhort
Wishing there was a better way to express my emptiness
That will be to me as well the fullness to yet resume where the music begins...
Saturday, June 27, 2015
remands
Remands
2-24-14
Returning prisoners to custody
In the forms of pens I take up today
Setting free all of such slaves
Filling again my coffee cup
Releasing servants into the hands of man
Whom is you where you confirm such a redemption
Made by the hands of our God today
For by faith we come to know
Of all that in this is real....
By Faith
2-24-14
By faith we understand
That the world were framed by the Word of God
According to the things seen
In contrast with what is still invisible
By way of our senses
Getting a firm grip upon these reigns
Like the harness by which we can tell the horses
And their mighty pull at the starting gate of another race
Where by faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the Word of God
We read again today
Thanking him for all that is real...
Roussillon
2-25-14
Dreaming of my Roussillon
Upon the Mediterranean
On the south side of our modern day France
Bordering upon the Pyrenees
Set apart from our seven seas
Getting back down again on our knees
As water doth nurture the grass and the trees
Dreaming of Roussillon
Being one to go there to feel all that is quite real
Given times in this sleep to rest and heal
Dreaming of Roussillon
Where I get my next meal....
On Hebrews 11:1
2-25-14
Glad to be back to where I come from
Sounding as a tinkling cymbal
And the clanging of the drum
Glad to go back west
Hoping and praying for the best
Where faith is the substance of things hoped for
And the evidence of things not seen
Glad to be back where I come from
As so upon the Rock of ages today I lean
As so his name today is Jealous
When I look upon such beauty
Without such covetousness
Given all things here to enjoy..
By Faith
2-25-14
By faith we obtain a good report
As such faith is good in all things and not our last resort
Being one to yet admonish and exhort
Mainly to encourage myself and hold down the fort
As through faith we understand
That the worlds were framed by this beautiful Word
No longer seen as obsolete nor absurd
As without faith it is impossible to please him
No longer according to things seen
As he whom comes to God
Must believe that indeed he is...
2-24-14
Returning prisoners to custody
In the forms of pens I take up today
Setting free all of such slaves
Filling again my coffee cup
Releasing servants into the hands of man
Whom is you where you confirm such a redemption
Made by the hands of our God today
For by faith we come to know
Of all that in this is real....
By Faith
2-24-14
By faith we understand
That the world were framed by the Word of God
According to the things seen
In contrast with what is still invisible
By way of our senses
Getting a firm grip upon these reigns
Like the harness by which we can tell the horses
And their mighty pull at the starting gate of another race
Where by faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the Word of God
We read again today
Thanking him for all that is real...
Roussillon
2-25-14
Dreaming of my Roussillon
Upon the Mediterranean
On the south side of our modern day France
Bordering upon the Pyrenees
Set apart from our seven seas
Getting back down again on our knees
As water doth nurture the grass and the trees
Dreaming of Roussillon
Being one to go there to feel all that is quite real
Given times in this sleep to rest and heal
Dreaming of Roussillon
Where I get my next meal....
On Hebrews 11:1
2-25-14
Glad to be back to where I come from
Sounding as a tinkling cymbal
And the clanging of the drum
Glad to go back west
Hoping and praying for the best
Where faith is the substance of things hoped for
And the evidence of things not seen
Glad to be back where I come from
As so upon the Rock of ages today I lean
As so his name today is Jealous
When I look upon such beauty
Without such covetousness
Given all things here to enjoy..
By Faith
2-25-14
By faith we obtain a good report
As such faith is good in all things and not our last resort
Being one to yet admonish and exhort
Mainly to encourage myself and hold down the fort
As through faith we understand
That the worlds were framed by this beautiful Word
No longer seen as obsolete nor absurd
As without faith it is impossible to please him
No longer according to things seen
As he whom comes to God
Must believe that indeed he is...
Friday, June 26, 2015
melee
Melee
8-9-14
In the state of tumultuous confusion
Our melee and our struggle is but accepted as our standard
By this beautiful illusion to come to terms with
And share peace where there once was dispute
For the record I dream again of my nemesis
To but justify this conflict and make it my own
And find amends where the poet pretends
In the letters he sends
Right around sharp bends
We so make friends
And I gain a brother
O, am I God to kiss and make alive
So it is said quote on quote....
For Naaman
8-9-14
You can walk on points for style
You can choose to put on your face a smile
You can allow these sheep to meander in single file
You can walk in the shoes of your brother an extra mile
By the Zoire and its Likuta
We have money yet to spend
And vestures to rend
Developing this newfangled obsession
To quote this sound on sound word for word
In song and rhyme
By the dollar and dime
As he would recover from his leoprasy
Paid ten talents for such a healing
And to but taste of this labile emotion
Of ones higher feeling....
Euonymus
8-9-14
According to the message yet sent to us
We are to wash seven times in the river Jordan
In temperatures one hundred plus
Of which we have not seen
So far this summer quite miraculously
My our spindle thee grub
By our euonymus of line and shrub
Of this glossy evergreen
And cluster of orange fruits in abundance
And when you lose control
You reap the harvest that is sown
To but my bitterness
Yet renounce and disown
In open capsules that stand not on their own
Seeing this year not these extremes
Nor carved in stone...
Spindling
8-9-14
Of spindling, long, tall and slender
We see that we can know our victory in this surrender
Spindly, tall, thin and frail
By God's love that will not fail
And his word that won't return to us void
And laborers in the harvest
Yet to be hired and employed
Playing today my classic archives of Floyd
To but come to our house and our chariot
And to justify our Judas Iscariot
To say that even he did serve this purpose
Assuming a moment of silence for its continuity....
Thyratira
8-9-14
O, is he God to kill and to make alive
If I don't stand my own ground
Then how will I survive
O, how can I find my way out of this maze
And to but quote Scripture
For the rest of my days
If this is all I do in life then so be it
Standing at the door of the house of Elisha
It seems the thing to do is to isolate the winner
Where we come to know victory even in defeat
By melodies euphonious
Even in cacophony
O, he is God to kill and make alive....
8-9-14
In the state of tumultuous confusion
Our melee and our struggle is but accepted as our standard
By this beautiful illusion to come to terms with
And share peace where there once was dispute
For the record I dream again of my nemesis
To but justify this conflict and make it my own
And find amends where the poet pretends
In the letters he sends
Right around sharp bends
We so make friends
And I gain a brother
O, am I God to kiss and make alive
So it is said quote on quote....
For Naaman
8-9-14
You can walk on points for style
You can choose to put on your face a smile
You can allow these sheep to meander in single file
You can walk in the shoes of your brother an extra mile
By the Zoire and its Likuta
We have money yet to spend
And vestures to rend
Developing this newfangled obsession
To quote this sound on sound word for word
In song and rhyme
By the dollar and dime
As he would recover from his leoprasy
Paid ten talents for such a healing
And to but taste of this labile emotion
Of ones higher feeling....
Euonymus
8-9-14
According to the message yet sent to us
We are to wash seven times in the river Jordan
In temperatures one hundred plus
Of which we have not seen
So far this summer quite miraculously
My our spindle thee grub
By our euonymus of line and shrub
Of this glossy evergreen
And cluster of orange fruits in abundance
And when you lose control
You reap the harvest that is sown
To but my bitterness
Yet renounce and disown
In open capsules that stand not on their own
Seeing this year not these extremes
Nor carved in stone...
Spindling
8-9-14
Of spindling, long, tall and slender
We see that we can know our victory in this surrender
Spindly, tall, thin and frail
By God's love that will not fail
And his word that won't return to us void
And laborers in the harvest
Yet to be hired and employed
Playing today my classic archives of Floyd
To but come to our house and our chariot
And to justify our Judas Iscariot
To say that even he did serve this purpose
Assuming a moment of silence for its continuity....
Thyratira
8-9-14
O, is he God to kill and to make alive
If I don't stand my own ground
Then how will I survive
O, how can I find my way out of this maze
And to but quote Scripture
For the rest of my days
If this is all I do in life then so be it
Standing at the door of the house of Elisha
It seems the thing to do is to isolate the winner
Where we come to know victory even in defeat
By melodies euphonious
Even in cacophony
O, he is God to kill and make alive....
practice
Practice
2-24-14
Yeah, it practiced and prospered
Casting down our first faith
Like figs for the stranger
To yet gather beneath our fruit trees of plenty
Praying for the next compositions of twenty
By reason of transgression
We yet offer our daily sacrifice
Yet to be cleansed and justified
Where I wish to God that it were night
I loved you then in the seasons of my midnight oil
And still I love you now
In all that is real...
Letting Go
2-24-14
Prehistoric sepulchers are the consistency
Of our paying of respects
To those we are to let go of
Giving loved ones back to our God
Where all that we need know
Is that such a God is our love
Yet in my deep sleep
Still dreaming of riding my bicycle
To towns north of here
Going the extra mile
According to self constraint
So understand, O Son of man
In seeing the picture
Without applying the paint...
Chasten
2-24-14
Despising not his chastening
Taking stripes upon our backs
Hating not this discipline
According to this perseverance
That the average believer yet lacks
Being not conformed to the image of this world
Pinning up photographs of myself on south walls with thumb tacks
Needing rules and boundaries so that we might live long
Thinking on what is right and disregarding all that is wrong
Despising not this chastening
Of which is part of the relationship
Just as well as the love that doth follow...
Bright
2-24-14
Living for today
Yeah, it's going to be a beautiful one
In fact it already is
Playing Dylan archives
To inspire new rhymes in my rambling
Living for today and the sunshine far from being prudent
Or even chaste
Knowing never to get wise in haste
Living for today
Yes, it's going to be a beautiful one
In fact it already is...
By Faith
2-24-14
By faith we understand
That the worlds are framed by the Word of God
According to the things seen
In contrast with what is still invisible
By way of our senses
Getting a firm grip upon these reigns
Like the harness by which we can tell the horses and their mighty pull
At the starting gate of another race
Where by faith we understand
That the worlds were framed by the Word of God
We read again today
Thanking him for all that is real....
2-24-14
Yeah, it practiced and prospered
Casting down our first faith
Like figs for the stranger
To yet gather beneath our fruit trees of plenty
Praying for the next compositions of twenty
By reason of transgression
We yet offer our daily sacrifice
Yet to be cleansed and justified
Where I wish to God that it were night
I loved you then in the seasons of my midnight oil
And still I love you now
In all that is real...
Letting Go
2-24-14
Prehistoric sepulchers are the consistency
Of our paying of respects
To those we are to let go of
Giving loved ones back to our God
Where all that we need know
Is that such a God is our love
Yet in my deep sleep
Still dreaming of riding my bicycle
To towns north of here
Going the extra mile
According to self constraint
So understand, O Son of man
In seeing the picture
Without applying the paint...
Chasten
2-24-14
Despising not his chastening
Taking stripes upon our backs
Hating not this discipline
According to this perseverance
That the average believer yet lacks
Being not conformed to the image of this world
Pinning up photographs of myself on south walls with thumb tacks
Needing rules and boundaries so that we might live long
Thinking on what is right and disregarding all that is wrong
Despising not this chastening
Of which is part of the relationship
Just as well as the love that doth follow...
Bright
2-24-14
Living for today
Yeah, it's going to be a beautiful one
In fact it already is
Playing Dylan archives
To inspire new rhymes in my rambling
Living for today and the sunshine far from being prudent
Or even chaste
Knowing never to get wise in haste
Living for today
Yes, it's going to be a beautiful one
In fact it already is...
By Faith
2-24-14
By faith we understand
That the worlds are framed by the Word of God
According to the things seen
In contrast with what is still invisible
By way of our senses
Getting a firm grip upon these reigns
Like the harness by which we can tell the horses and their mighty pull
At the starting gate of another race
Where by faith we understand
That the worlds were framed by the Word of God
We read again today
Thanking him for all that is real....
sisyphus
Sisyphus
1-5-14
O, am I as like Sisyphus
Trying to roll the rock up the steep hill
O, do I still put my faith in my own might and skill
O, am I waster of life in the hours that today I kill
O, am I a follower of this avarice for yet another thrill
Where I would gladly and fain renounce it all
By this disillusion sweet
Smoking and drinking coffee all day
With no regard of something good to eat
O, am I as one to try too hard to play the game until I'm beat
For what I yet inquire
But to take my shoes from off my feet...
Milkshake
1-5-14
Behold, the Assyrian was a cedar in Lebanon
With fair branches like my want for lunchmeat
Cultivated upon abundant ranches
By my shadowing shroud of high stature
In that this is not plaigerism
In that these words belong to everyone
As the waters doth make him great
And the deep doth set him up on high
Passing early afternoon hours
As these clouds soon sheath our January cold sky
Behold, the Assyrian whose height is exalted
And I am satisfied with this
Like a chocolate milkshake cold and malted....
Tree
1-5-14
I know it is something in me
To be as one wanting to be free
Quoting all that I hear
According to a tall but humble tree
By remembrance of last night's dreams
Of putting in my extra years of school
Finding it a burden to gather up my books for the next class
Cutting basketball practice for the want of more
Writing out the day's events
I know it is something in me
According to such a tree
Wherein the fowls of the air doth make their nests
And the beasts of the earth dwell under its shadow
Like our great nations that still stand to this day....
Stenographer
1-5-14
As a stenographer of truth
Today I am all that I can be
According to knowledge
Yet still looking for a way to apply it
And to do something with what I am taught and make it real
As thus he is still fair in greatness
Yet not according to such a length of his branches
Strumming another attractive and becoming minor chord
According to ones ear yet refined
As years of active listening
As a stenographer of this word
Proper and quite suitable
For such constant change....
Synonym
1-5-14
By these two translations
I am taught that a word such as gentile
Is synonymous to what is meek
As I will do well today
If all I try to do is but seek
Being one to delve deeper
Into the Hebrew and its Greek
Being one to think to be something in all of this
Overtaken in this fault
Still looking for my bliss
Still being one to deceive myself
But at least today I am
As each one will yet bear his own burden
By my anticipation of another resurrection glazed ham....
1-5-14
O, am I as like Sisyphus
Trying to roll the rock up the steep hill
O, do I still put my faith in my own might and skill
O, am I waster of life in the hours that today I kill
O, am I a follower of this avarice for yet another thrill
Where I would gladly and fain renounce it all
By this disillusion sweet
Smoking and drinking coffee all day
With no regard of something good to eat
O, am I as one to try too hard to play the game until I'm beat
For what I yet inquire
But to take my shoes from off my feet...
Milkshake
1-5-14
Behold, the Assyrian was a cedar in Lebanon
With fair branches like my want for lunchmeat
Cultivated upon abundant ranches
By my shadowing shroud of high stature
In that this is not plaigerism
In that these words belong to everyone
As the waters doth make him great
And the deep doth set him up on high
Passing early afternoon hours
As these clouds soon sheath our January cold sky
Behold, the Assyrian whose height is exalted
And I am satisfied with this
Like a chocolate milkshake cold and malted....
Tree
1-5-14
I know it is something in me
To be as one wanting to be free
Quoting all that I hear
According to a tall but humble tree
By remembrance of last night's dreams
Of putting in my extra years of school
Finding it a burden to gather up my books for the next class
Cutting basketball practice for the want of more
Writing out the day's events
I know it is something in me
According to such a tree
Wherein the fowls of the air doth make their nests
And the beasts of the earth dwell under its shadow
Like our great nations that still stand to this day....
Stenographer
1-5-14
As a stenographer of truth
Today I am all that I can be
According to knowledge
Yet still looking for a way to apply it
And to do something with what I am taught and make it real
As thus he is still fair in greatness
Yet not according to such a length of his branches
Strumming another attractive and becoming minor chord
According to ones ear yet refined
As years of active listening
As a stenographer of this word
Proper and quite suitable
For such constant change....
Synonym
1-5-14
By these two translations
I am taught that a word such as gentile
Is synonymous to what is meek
As I will do well today
If all I try to do is but seek
Being one to delve deeper
Into the Hebrew and its Greek
Being one to think to be something in all of this
Overtaken in this fault
Still looking for my bliss
Still being one to deceive myself
But at least today I am
As each one will yet bear his own burden
By my anticipation of another resurrection glazed ham....
Thursday, June 25, 2015
content
Content
1-5-14
Content today with acoustics
Ceasing the chase for that full blown band sound
Of what is to be played next
Satisfied with simplicity
Yet receiving that which is intricate the same
As the sword falls from my hands
And the Word doth slip away
So that I'll need to see it again
So as an extension of myself
Today so will be my pen
As a sword of itself
According to the who, the why and where and when
By these chimerical riffs
Absorbed into the ears
For pens another ten...
On Ezekiel 30:21
1-5-14
Breaking the arm of Pharaoh
For the cause of what is to be said of our own
Egypt yet grinding teeth
In times of consternation
And if it happens again today
O, so be it
Wherein I give thanks to my God
For what we have shared together
As the Word comes to me in the seventh day
As this arm is bound up to be yet healed
To make it strong to hold this sword
In that all things are possible today in the good Lord...
Provision
1-5-14
Tartan vessels
Yeah, the high tide wrestles
Used mainly for commercial purposes
Of that which is worldly in our trade
But I never had to live that life
Of avarice of selfish ambition or of strife
In that I already have all that I could ever want
By my own Meditteranian
With raw fish provisions
Where voices say that I have it made
As so the price in full is paid
As all foundation is already laid
By my lee-braces
Figurative yet real
Where I don't know exactly how I feel....
Out Of Egypt Part Four
1-5-14
Egyptians are scattered
Among nations to be but dispersed
Through these countries of plenty
As I like a pilgrim
Try to recreate the joy of those vacations
Given all I need in pens twenty
Strengthening the arms of the king of our Babylon
Being one to have but arrived
The moment that I am gone
Turning off the television
To put some music on
where even Nebuchadnezzar is justified
If we choose to see it this way
Come the light of dawn....
Yes, No Or Wait
1-5-14
My still small voice tries to tell me
That this is all done in vain
Wherein I wait patiently
For the approaching fall of freezing rain
Speaking to the Pharaoh and his multitude
Being still a part of me
That still wants to let his people go
Where the answer to my prayer is wait
And not just our yes and no
O, whom art thou like in thy greatness
In testing cold waters with my right big toe
By such a still small voice
That I choose to disregard
For the cause of something sweeter...
1-5-14
Content today with acoustics
Ceasing the chase for that full blown band sound
Of what is to be played next
Satisfied with simplicity
Yet receiving that which is intricate the same
As the sword falls from my hands
And the Word doth slip away
So that I'll need to see it again
So as an extension of myself
Today so will be my pen
As a sword of itself
According to the who, the why and where and when
By these chimerical riffs
Absorbed into the ears
For pens another ten...
On Ezekiel 30:21
1-5-14
Breaking the arm of Pharaoh
For the cause of what is to be said of our own
Egypt yet grinding teeth
In times of consternation
And if it happens again today
O, so be it
Wherein I give thanks to my God
For what we have shared together
As the Word comes to me in the seventh day
As this arm is bound up to be yet healed
To make it strong to hold this sword
In that all things are possible today in the good Lord...
Provision
1-5-14
Tartan vessels
Yeah, the high tide wrestles
Used mainly for commercial purposes
Of that which is worldly in our trade
But I never had to live that life
Of avarice of selfish ambition or of strife
In that I already have all that I could ever want
By my own Meditteranian
With raw fish provisions
Where voices say that I have it made
As so the price in full is paid
As all foundation is already laid
By my lee-braces
Figurative yet real
Where I don't know exactly how I feel....
Out Of Egypt Part Four
1-5-14
Egyptians are scattered
Among nations to be but dispersed
Through these countries of plenty
As I like a pilgrim
Try to recreate the joy of those vacations
Given all I need in pens twenty
Strengthening the arms of the king of our Babylon
Being one to have but arrived
The moment that I am gone
Turning off the television
To put some music on
where even Nebuchadnezzar is justified
If we choose to see it this way
Come the light of dawn....
Yes, No Or Wait
1-5-14
My still small voice tries to tell me
That this is all done in vain
Wherein I wait patiently
For the approaching fall of freezing rain
Speaking to the Pharaoh and his multitude
Being still a part of me
That still wants to let his people go
Where the answer to my prayer is wait
And not just our yes and no
O, whom art thou like in thy greatness
In testing cold waters with my right big toe
By such a still small voice
That I choose to disregard
For the cause of something sweeter...
plow
Plow
1-5-14
By the Spirit within and the law external
This truth that the scholar learns
Is both heavenly and infernal
Bad and good both of brass and cedar wood
By which Egypt like a tree is hewn down
In that they did the best they could
Rambling today in speaking into the wind
Loving with all my might
In any way I might know how
Yet to experience the joy
That God doth today permit and allow
By my own conscious choice
As music to my ears is our snow plow....
Sushi Verse
1-5-14
Spirit and flesh are contrary
So that you do not the things that you wish
Where I get on with my day
Of these writings
A pausing to fill again my cat's water dish
And if led by the Spirit
Then one is no longer under the law
Joining my sister on her birthday to soy sauce
Wherein we dip our tuna fish raw
Wishing that I could explain it all in words
All I can do is trust
That they will find their way
By this grace that doth stand.....
Fanwise
1-5-14
Fanwise fortitude and clockwise consolation
Will be the fruit in the contrast
To ones life work double
Dipping into the jar of my feeding frenzy
Later on tonight
Praying that these words are not in vain
By which today I write
Spread out like the time I am given
The same amount for everyone under the sun
In our twenty-four hours bestowed
To all that walk this way and hope to obtain it
And not just run in that I give God thanks and praise
When the day is done...
Phibeseth
1-5-14
As cities going into captivity
So are my desires
Very much a significant part of my being
Of young men of Aven and of Phibeseth
Wired on my morning coffee
That is a matter of life and death
Where I might as well partake in such crystal meth
High as a kite on simply being here and now
As cities going into captivity
So are my passions in the giving of thanks for these generous rations
As currently the day is darkened
And life will go on just the way that it does....
The Day Is Darkened
1-5-14
By all burlap, gunny and sacking
My lexicon is a profession subordinate
In that nothing today is lacking
By the cloud that doth cover her still
Smoking but not quite as much
Hacking, abiding deep today inside my own tortoise shell
Still in the matter of my heaven and hell
On the edge of my consciousness
In stories yet to tell
As so the day is darkened
Yet I must say that all is well for the time being
That is only according to what is now...
1-5-14
By the Spirit within and the law external
This truth that the scholar learns
Is both heavenly and infernal
Bad and good both of brass and cedar wood
By which Egypt like a tree is hewn down
In that they did the best they could
Rambling today in speaking into the wind
Loving with all my might
In any way I might know how
Yet to experience the joy
That God doth today permit and allow
By my own conscious choice
As music to my ears is our snow plow....
Sushi Verse
1-5-14
Spirit and flesh are contrary
So that you do not the things that you wish
Where I get on with my day
Of these writings
A pausing to fill again my cat's water dish
And if led by the Spirit
Then one is no longer under the law
Joining my sister on her birthday to soy sauce
Wherein we dip our tuna fish raw
Wishing that I could explain it all in words
All I can do is trust
That they will find their way
By this grace that doth stand.....
Fanwise
1-5-14
Fanwise fortitude and clockwise consolation
Will be the fruit in the contrast
To ones life work double
Dipping into the jar of my feeding frenzy
Later on tonight
Praying that these words are not in vain
By which today I write
Spread out like the time I am given
The same amount for everyone under the sun
In our twenty-four hours bestowed
To all that walk this way and hope to obtain it
And not just run in that I give God thanks and praise
When the day is done...
Phibeseth
1-5-14
As cities going into captivity
So are my desires
Very much a significant part of my being
Of young men of Aven and of Phibeseth
Wired on my morning coffee
That is a matter of life and death
Where I might as well partake in such crystal meth
High as a kite on simply being here and now
As cities going into captivity
So are my passions in the giving of thanks for these generous rations
As currently the day is darkened
And life will go on just the way that it does....
The Day Is Darkened
1-5-14
By all burlap, gunny and sacking
My lexicon is a profession subordinate
In that nothing today is lacking
By the cloud that doth cover her still
Smoking but not quite as much
Hacking, abiding deep today inside my own tortoise shell
Still in the matter of my heaven and hell
On the edge of my consciousness
In stories yet to tell
As so the day is darkened
Yet I must say that all is well for the time being
That is only according to what is now...
Back To C3
Going Back to C3
12-19-14
I'm ready to go
I hope that the sermon applies
I give my thanks in any way I might know
To shine light upon the darkness
And uncover all of such lies
Always remember the lesson of giving
O, set the controls
As we float on through
In hopes to start living
Take not our thunder from us
But take away all of such conceit
I'm ready to go
To celebrate the solstice again
And back in the boat
I'm ready to go...
Our Common Coffee Ground
12-19-14
Currently I locate the book she gave me to read
To get a call from a brother
Telling him to call back later
To yet appease my angry alligator
As such a positivity hater
One needs the blues to keep one grounded
As so a higher way so has been founded
She says I dare you to read on
In early afternoon
That feels like hours before the dawn
Have not him without a cause
And spend your food money till it's all gone
Read on...
Another Petition
12-19-14
Asking my God to replace this rage with all love
Asking Jesus for the strength to turn the page
To seek all that lieth above
To read another prophet of disasters and miracles
And to get in touch with the dove
No point in asking who's to blame
Remembering the series about Nehemiah
And the building of his wall
It seems to not have applied
To my tales short and my fables slender and tall
I haven't seen my brother in weeks
By skew lines converging
And suspicions of sounds in the hall
Asking my savior for the high time of peace at night fall...
Up Before Three
12-20-14
Up before three in just being me
The difference between my epic and my epoch
Is just a matter of time
Back in the community room
In a dream of writing this rhyme
Still in the dark to write about it
But being glad to be alive is no crime
Jamming out to pop grunge and its grind
Up at three
There is much to see
I wait for my medicine
And hope to keep it down
This time around...
Proven
12-20-14
And so it's clinically proven
But for what
Yet to snack on another salty Brazilian nut
Packing the sodium and its protein
Like in the corner of the ring with my uppercut
Come the first step to recovery
By no if and or but
Wondering about my cat's rambunctious behavior
Early as I'm idle in my art
God orders my steps yet to beat these obstacles
Doing a hundred more reps
And so it's clinically proven
To do its thing..
12-19-14
I'm ready to go
I hope that the sermon applies
I give my thanks in any way I might know
To shine light upon the darkness
And uncover all of such lies
Always remember the lesson of giving
O, set the controls
As we float on through
In hopes to start living
Take not our thunder from us
But take away all of such conceit
I'm ready to go
To celebrate the solstice again
And back in the boat
I'm ready to go...
Our Common Coffee Ground
12-19-14
Currently I locate the book she gave me to read
To get a call from a brother
Telling him to call back later
To yet appease my angry alligator
As such a positivity hater
One needs the blues to keep one grounded
As so a higher way so has been founded
She says I dare you to read on
In early afternoon
That feels like hours before the dawn
Have not him without a cause
And spend your food money till it's all gone
Read on...
Another Petition
12-19-14
Asking my God to replace this rage with all love
Asking Jesus for the strength to turn the page
To seek all that lieth above
To read another prophet of disasters and miracles
And to get in touch with the dove
No point in asking who's to blame
Remembering the series about Nehemiah
And the building of his wall
It seems to not have applied
To my tales short and my fables slender and tall
I haven't seen my brother in weeks
By skew lines converging
And suspicions of sounds in the hall
Asking my savior for the high time of peace at night fall...
Up Before Three
12-20-14
Up before three in just being me
The difference between my epic and my epoch
Is just a matter of time
Back in the community room
In a dream of writing this rhyme
Still in the dark to write about it
But being glad to be alive is no crime
Jamming out to pop grunge and its grind
Up at three
There is much to see
I wait for my medicine
And hope to keep it down
This time around...
Proven
12-20-14
And so it's clinically proven
But for what
Yet to snack on another salty Brazilian nut
Packing the sodium and its protein
Like in the corner of the ring with my uppercut
Come the first step to recovery
By no if and or but
Wondering about my cat's rambunctious behavior
Early as I'm idle in my art
God orders my steps yet to beat these obstacles
Doing a hundred more reps
And so it's clinically proven
To do its thing..
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
fishermen
Fishermen
6-3-15
Lofty looks of man are brought down
And all haughtiness will he cast off its crown
And upon ships of Tarshish
Are fishermen of renown
Upon the higher limbs of oaks of Bashan
The day jay sings upon the cedars of Lebanon
High and lifted up
I refill my cup
John Barleycorn lives again
Just vomited up my multivitamins
As my candyman comes around
A time for oneness
They go into the holes of the rocks...
A Record Broke
6-3-15
God will provide us a place to assemble and smoke
No use worrying about next month like a record broke
As a leaf that fadeth
And a garden that hath no water
Thy princes in rebellion
And companions as thieves
Established in the tops of our mountains and hills
And for coffee set aside
Are for ten dollar bills
And all nations will flow into it
For sunlight on window sills
Learn war no more...
More Books
6-3-15
Beating spears into pruninghooks
For books, books and more books
A mean man bows down
And a great man humbles himself
Not judged by outward appearance or his looks
Enter into the rock
Hide thee in the dust
For the glory of his majesty
Many will go and say
Let us go up and fill again our cup
Our land is still filled with idols
Such is inevitable
We will see it to utterly abolish
You don't want to be it
Upon every fenced wall and high tower
I put the pen to parchment and free it
Where the fear of God is not being afraid..
Shaking
6-3-15
Shaking terribly the earth
Quaking horribly the ground
Missing the point of ones rebirth
In the morning piping in good sound
Upon the cedars of Lebanon
High and lifted up
And upon the oaks of Bashan
I refill my cup
Time for a bath and time to get ready to go
Words get written and twisted
Making peace in being open fisted
Going into the waves of the earth
True disciples carrying that message of rebirth
To cast our idols to the bats and moles
Like a story that has its holes
Shaking terribly the earth...
Her Favorite Hue
6-3-15
I am a purple people eater today
Her favorite hue upon which to watch and pray
I give children to be their princes
Where nobility will find its way
And babes will rule over us
More than just come what may
To take away the mighty, man of war
The judge and the prudent
For a rare and precious chain
It all comes back to me
As a bible student
The stay and the staff
A laugh and a half
And a yawn at sundown
I am a purple people eater today
For black catacombs
The color of this ink
It really makes me think...
6-3-15
Lofty looks of man are brought down
And all haughtiness will he cast off its crown
And upon ships of Tarshish
Are fishermen of renown
Upon the higher limbs of oaks of Bashan
The day jay sings upon the cedars of Lebanon
High and lifted up
I refill my cup
John Barleycorn lives again
Just vomited up my multivitamins
As my candyman comes around
A time for oneness
They go into the holes of the rocks...
A Record Broke
6-3-15
God will provide us a place to assemble and smoke
No use worrying about next month like a record broke
As a leaf that fadeth
And a garden that hath no water
Thy princes in rebellion
And companions as thieves
Established in the tops of our mountains and hills
And for coffee set aside
Are for ten dollar bills
And all nations will flow into it
For sunlight on window sills
Learn war no more...
More Books
6-3-15
Beating spears into pruninghooks
For books, books and more books
A mean man bows down
And a great man humbles himself
Not judged by outward appearance or his looks
Enter into the rock
Hide thee in the dust
For the glory of his majesty
Many will go and say
Let us go up and fill again our cup
Our land is still filled with idols
Such is inevitable
We will see it to utterly abolish
You don't want to be it
Upon every fenced wall and high tower
I put the pen to parchment and free it
Where the fear of God is not being afraid..
Shaking
6-3-15
Shaking terribly the earth
Quaking horribly the ground
Missing the point of ones rebirth
In the morning piping in good sound
Upon the cedars of Lebanon
High and lifted up
And upon the oaks of Bashan
I refill my cup
Time for a bath and time to get ready to go
Words get written and twisted
Making peace in being open fisted
Going into the waves of the earth
True disciples carrying that message of rebirth
To cast our idols to the bats and moles
Like a story that has its holes
Shaking terribly the earth...
Her Favorite Hue
6-3-15
I am a purple people eater today
Her favorite hue upon which to watch and pray
I give children to be their princes
Where nobility will find its way
And babes will rule over us
More than just come what may
To take away the mighty, man of war
The judge and the prudent
For a rare and precious chain
It all comes back to me
As a bible student
The stay and the staff
A laugh and a half
And a yawn at sundown
I am a purple people eater today
For black catacombs
The color of this ink
It really makes me think...
consumer
Consumer
6-3-15
To be consumed
To come to an end
To begin again in a place where we can pretend
How about a little light music
To chase it all away
Ian made the flute rock
So musicologists can start the day
Ashamed of the oaks which ye desired
And confounded of the gardens I have chosen
O, come let us reason
Yet to be consumed and come to an end
And start out with a new beginning
I finally got some rest
I restore judges and councellors
And thou wilt be called a faithful city
To be consumed...
On Isaiah 1:17
6-2-15
Our country is desolate and cities burned
Our nation is barren
Until the scholars grow more learned
Our efforts are futile
In two like things to be discerned
Learn to do well
Seek judgment
Relieve the oppressors
Judge the fatherless
Plead for the widow
Today I quote out of Isaiah
But for what!
Starting out with an order of unleaded
Hazelnut strangers consume it in our presence
Bring no more vain oblations
God leaves a small remnant
Such is enough to multiply and increase
And to dwell together in peace...
I Have Returned
6-2-15
Back from the coffee house
My main man was wearing purple
Plead for wisdom
Seek judgment
Judge the fatherless
Relieve the oppressed
All is well where one has confessed
Though your sins be as scarlet
They shall be as white as snow
Though your robe be purple
There is so much more to come to know
As Jerusalem is founded in peace
Where the failing light illuminates
God hast left a small remnant
And by judgment we yet grow
Our country is desolate
And our cities are burned
The man of the house has returned....
Beautiful Sloops
6-2-15
Silver becometh dross
All is level at the cross
The cattle are quietly grazing
As wine is mixed with water
In and out phasing
Thy princes are rebellious
Quoting and deeply phrasing
Thou will be called a faithful city
In which such pollution can be pretty
To be ashamed of the oaks whose leaf fadeth
Like a garden that has no water
Bringing a present for ones son and daughter
Where the strong will be as tow
And we let each other know
Just where we will go
Pleased with the children of foreigners
Upon beautiful sloops
And watchtowers and ships of pleasure....
At Seven On The Dot
6-3-15
Woke up at four with an excrutiating pain in my neck
Then went back to sleep till quarter till seven as it subsides
God heals all unease
Where me and brother Tom sit out and shoot the breeze
The faithful city hath become the harlot
As God knows my sins are as scarlet
It's good to be alive while on coffee I thrive
Be ye as the oaks whose leaf fadeth
And a garden that has much water
No more killing
We ought to set aside the slaughter
The strong will be as tow
And the maker of it a spark
And both will burn together....
6-3-15
To be consumed
To come to an end
To begin again in a place where we can pretend
How about a little light music
To chase it all away
Ian made the flute rock
So musicologists can start the day
Ashamed of the oaks which ye desired
And confounded of the gardens I have chosen
O, come let us reason
Yet to be consumed and come to an end
And start out with a new beginning
I finally got some rest
I restore judges and councellors
And thou wilt be called a faithful city
To be consumed...
On Isaiah 1:17
6-2-15
Our country is desolate and cities burned
Our nation is barren
Until the scholars grow more learned
Our efforts are futile
In two like things to be discerned
Learn to do well
Seek judgment
Relieve the oppressors
Judge the fatherless
Plead for the widow
Today I quote out of Isaiah
But for what!
Starting out with an order of unleaded
Hazelnut strangers consume it in our presence
Bring no more vain oblations
God leaves a small remnant
Such is enough to multiply and increase
And to dwell together in peace...
I Have Returned
6-2-15
Back from the coffee house
My main man was wearing purple
Plead for wisdom
Seek judgment
Judge the fatherless
Relieve the oppressed
All is well where one has confessed
Though your sins be as scarlet
They shall be as white as snow
Though your robe be purple
There is so much more to come to know
As Jerusalem is founded in peace
Where the failing light illuminates
God hast left a small remnant
And by judgment we yet grow
Our country is desolate
And our cities are burned
The man of the house has returned....
Beautiful Sloops
6-2-15
Silver becometh dross
All is level at the cross
The cattle are quietly grazing
As wine is mixed with water
In and out phasing
Thy princes are rebellious
Quoting and deeply phrasing
Thou will be called a faithful city
In which such pollution can be pretty
To be ashamed of the oaks whose leaf fadeth
Like a garden that has no water
Bringing a present for ones son and daughter
Where the strong will be as tow
And we let each other know
Just where we will go
Pleased with the children of foreigners
Upon beautiful sloops
And watchtowers and ships of pleasure....
At Seven On The Dot
6-3-15
Woke up at four with an excrutiating pain in my neck
Then went back to sleep till quarter till seven as it subsides
God heals all unease
Where me and brother Tom sit out and shoot the breeze
The faithful city hath become the harlot
As God knows my sins are as scarlet
It's good to be alive while on coffee I thrive
Be ye as the oaks whose leaf fadeth
And a garden that has much water
No more killing
We ought to set aside the slaughter
The strong will be as tow
And the maker of it a spark
And both will burn together....
Monday, June 22, 2015
deutzia
On My Cay (the Deutzia)
6-2-15
One hour till departure
As a faithful and skillful archer
I pull the string and make my bow fly
In its trajectory
On the brink of volition
One thing leads to another
Clean sheets , the given
And this evening clean shirts
Sometimes the word to help so hurts
For at quintessence another cay
Another day, another way
And with madness the poet flirts
Composed of coral and the sands of the sea
For a multitude
O, set up the standard
And retire and stay not
I plant my deutzia
For the sake of the cultivation itself...
Lox (Two Meanings)
6-2-15
The lion is come up from his thicket
And the tiger in tenacity purchases the ticket
To go and see a show
About what we already know
The truth is worth repeating
According to our Deuteronomy
By which to grow
As the restorer of the Gentiles
Is well on his way
As the Creator of words such as these
Has a lot to say
By lox and by our oxidizer and smoked salmon
She works for me on another night of excess
Plentiful, lively, active, vigorous and spry
I will not tell a lie
But that my friend I cannot promise....
Cutting The Grass
6-2-15
Turning the podium over to my old school ipod
And it shall come to pass
That the hearts of all kings will perish
As a brother in my head still asks what do I cherish
By the heart of the prices
Of the power of the air
And the priest shall be astonished
You ask by what authority do I write these words
And all I know to say is I'm going to make it today
And it shall come to pass
By new mown smells of cut grass....
NT About Our Incarnation
6-2-15
Today it's electric
Of positive and negative terminals
Of my battery not for cajolery nor flattery
For this O, gird ye with sackcloth
Lament and heal
And no more quite as wroth
She gave me love every night and day
Half hour remains till I walk over
Some of the tracks will be put to work
On this new mission
Someone to live for
He is furious because he loves us today
By the incarnation
God becomes man
An island according to the geography
As part of the plan....
Word Made Flesh
6-2-15
Research Eugine Patterson
But for what
But that creation has been broken
Revealing himself again and again through us
Where humanity failed in hues of teal
In the news of what is real
I don't need to hear it today
For a better way to feel
I stick to my music
I stick to my guns
On a day almost as dark as night
Writing sixteen hours
The Word is made flesh
And dwelt among us
Turn the page and see more
Of our only begotten Father
Our Incarnation that became us....
6-2-15
One hour till departure
As a faithful and skillful archer
I pull the string and make my bow fly
In its trajectory
On the brink of volition
One thing leads to another
Clean sheets , the given
And this evening clean shirts
Sometimes the word to help so hurts
For at quintessence another cay
Another day, another way
And with madness the poet flirts
Composed of coral and the sands of the sea
For a multitude
O, set up the standard
And retire and stay not
I plant my deutzia
For the sake of the cultivation itself...
Lox (Two Meanings)
6-2-15
The lion is come up from his thicket
And the tiger in tenacity purchases the ticket
To go and see a show
About what we already know
The truth is worth repeating
According to our Deuteronomy
By which to grow
As the restorer of the Gentiles
Is well on his way
As the Creator of words such as these
Has a lot to say
By lox and by our oxidizer and smoked salmon
She works for me on another night of excess
Plentiful, lively, active, vigorous and spry
I will not tell a lie
But that my friend I cannot promise....
Cutting The Grass
6-2-15
Turning the podium over to my old school ipod
And it shall come to pass
That the hearts of all kings will perish
As a brother in my head still asks what do I cherish
By the heart of the prices
Of the power of the air
And the priest shall be astonished
You ask by what authority do I write these words
And all I know to say is I'm going to make it today
And it shall come to pass
By new mown smells of cut grass....
NT About Our Incarnation
6-2-15
Today it's electric
Of positive and negative terminals
Of my battery not for cajolery nor flattery
For this O, gird ye with sackcloth
Lament and heal
And no more quite as wroth
She gave me love every night and day
Half hour remains till I walk over
Some of the tracks will be put to work
On this new mission
Someone to live for
He is furious because he loves us today
By the incarnation
God becomes man
An island according to the geography
As part of the plan....
Word Made Flesh
6-2-15
Research Eugine Patterson
But for what
But that creation has been broken
Revealing himself again and again through us
Where humanity failed in hues of teal
In the news of what is real
I don't need to hear it today
For a better way to feel
I stick to my music
I stick to my guns
On a day almost as dark as night
Writing sixteen hours
The Word is made flesh
And dwelt among us
Turn the page and see more
Of our only begotten Father
Our Incarnation that became us....
terebinth
Terebinth Revisited
6-2-15
Another read, our John Keats
To sow the seed
To bring forth good eats
To fill the need of shoes with no need for cleats
A reason to bleed and to put on my bed clean sheets
It was another given
Where to action I am driven
An allusion to the worship of idols
Our terebinth of which we now become ashamed of
As soothsayers like the Philistines
I tasted all of those sweet wines
And I still rock on to this nostalgic sound at dawn
Here's one for all British poets
Trying to make their way onto the scene
Here's one according to what I intend and mean....
Mako
6-2-15
To the eve of Saint Agnes
I know nothing about
But acknowledge
And for the ode of a Grecian urn
To autumn we make our way
On another dark and dreary but beautiful day
Melodic and rich in classical imagery
We never get around to him
One hour till departure
It's going to be another prolific and productive one
And no more such recrimination
An ode to Keats to befriend my Mako
And his symmetrical tail
Our mackerel shark that serves his purpose
In the kingdom today....
Circassia
6-2-15
For Efflugia and her invisible emanation
By the byproduct of all residue
I see an indigo light flash before me
In my dark room for Pittacus
Not for the intent of all that is facetious
Or even ambiguous
Take my hand and we will go there today
She said that I am becoming
I suppose this is a good thing
A mahogany wood thing
There will be sunshine after rain
and what is yours is as mine
For Efflugia nothing goes to waste
In the heart of the chaste
Of Circassian beauty
By the Black Sea
So it the real me..
Mala
6-2-15
O, Mala, O Maya
O, madness
O, joy in sadness
Psychadelic and epic
Is the old school sound
Yet androgyonous
Yet maintaining proper decorum
Not as one to judge
O, dukkah
O, dharma
Do my dirty work
Plenty of vessels of god's free choice
No more recrimination
It is not our place to twist my arm over
Beliefs said the cause ones suffering
Like attachments
O, circumcise yourselves
And purge away the dross
Toll that bell and come not down from your cross
O, Mala O Maya
This gift is well worth the price that I pay....
Much Bigger, The Picture
6-2-15
Could have stayed home to save my twenty dollars
But I had a need to go somewhere to acquire trash bags and sugar
And a picture painted much bigger
And for coffee and yogart
Fruit on the bottom I stock up
And before I go back out
I have one more cup
O, Pish such an interjection
For alligators and catfish
Survival of the fittest
O, make your wish
Ferine, untamed and feral as so named
Ascend to yourselves
And let us go into all defensed cities...
6-2-15
Another read, our John Keats
To sow the seed
To bring forth good eats
To fill the need of shoes with no need for cleats
A reason to bleed and to put on my bed clean sheets
It was another given
Where to action I am driven
An allusion to the worship of idols
Our terebinth of which we now become ashamed of
As soothsayers like the Philistines
I tasted all of those sweet wines
And I still rock on to this nostalgic sound at dawn
Here's one for all British poets
Trying to make their way onto the scene
Here's one according to what I intend and mean....
Mako
6-2-15
To the eve of Saint Agnes
I know nothing about
But acknowledge
And for the ode of a Grecian urn
To autumn we make our way
On another dark and dreary but beautiful day
Melodic and rich in classical imagery
We never get around to him
One hour till departure
It's going to be another prolific and productive one
And no more such recrimination
An ode to Keats to befriend my Mako
And his symmetrical tail
Our mackerel shark that serves his purpose
In the kingdom today....
Circassia
6-2-15
For Efflugia and her invisible emanation
By the byproduct of all residue
I see an indigo light flash before me
In my dark room for Pittacus
Not for the intent of all that is facetious
Or even ambiguous
Take my hand and we will go there today
She said that I am becoming
I suppose this is a good thing
A mahogany wood thing
There will be sunshine after rain
and what is yours is as mine
For Efflugia nothing goes to waste
In the heart of the chaste
Of Circassian beauty
By the Black Sea
So it the real me..
Mala
6-2-15
O, Mala, O Maya
O, madness
O, joy in sadness
Psychadelic and epic
Is the old school sound
Yet androgyonous
Yet maintaining proper decorum
Not as one to judge
O, dukkah
O, dharma
Do my dirty work
Plenty of vessels of god's free choice
No more recrimination
It is not our place to twist my arm over
Beliefs said the cause ones suffering
Like attachments
O, circumcise yourselves
And purge away the dross
Toll that bell and come not down from your cross
O, Mala O Maya
This gift is well worth the price that I pay....
Much Bigger, The Picture
6-2-15
Could have stayed home to save my twenty dollars
But I had a need to go somewhere to acquire trash bags and sugar
And a picture painted much bigger
And for coffee and yogart
Fruit on the bottom I stock up
And before I go back out
I have one more cup
O, Pish such an interjection
For alligators and catfish
Survival of the fittest
O, make your wish
Ferine, untamed and feral as so named
Ascend to yourselves
And let us go into all defensed cities...
threshed
Threshed
2-15-15
Rising up at Mount Perazim
Rising up two hours before the daylight
Angry as in the valley of Gibeon
To scatter the cumin planting wheat in rows
Jesus knows
And a young Christian grows
Why was I born to love you
No more coffee today
Soon I take my rest and pray about it
I pray that they accomplish what that have come for
When he has leveled its surface
Does he not sow the black cumin
Rising up...
Spelt
2-15-15
Of wheat, of spelt
The heat is so felt
They are only here to lend a hand
As snow will eventually melt
Extreme cold temperatures
This is only temporal
For we are halfway through the winter
I try to pay no mind to it
Of spelt, of wheat
Good is still our electric heat
Not with a threshing sledge
I sit patiently on the edge
They're only here to help us
Who is wonderful in control
And excellent in guidance...
Pause And Wonder
2-15-15
Woe and weal to Ariel where David dwelt
Of wheat, of spelt
Eventually the snow does melt
I hold my left hand out and I tremble
No more coffee today
In rhymes yet to assemble
Year to year let feasts be made
Foes will be like fine dust
To whisper out from like a whole new voice
From my throat I choose to embrace
Like chaff that passes away
And look he drinks in his dreams
But is sober in real life
I see here right before me
O, pause and wonder...
Read This Please
2-15-15
God pours out on me a spirit of deep sleep
So that I might rest and heal
But I pray that I won't go too deep
In the way that I feel
The bible is so beautiful
In that God is real
And my Sony would be happy
To be put back into her service
Behind the lips that no thing could seal
But he awakens and indeed he is passionate to face the day
And I close my eyes to again to wake refreshed
Read this please, yes I can
For it is not sealed
God pours out his Spirit
Upon those that suffer it....
I Would Stagger
2-15-15
Who sees us
O, who knows us
O, who grows us
I would stagger with intoxicating drink
And popping pills just to get on through
I activate my prayer capsule for my safety
It all comes with the territory of sobriety and salvation
O, praise and wonder
By the chime of One
I rejoice as my soul still craves
Seeing out of darkness and obscurity
As poets and as slaves
They're only here to lend a hand
I pray that this purpose is served
Till Lebanon is turned to a fruitful field...
2-15-15
Rising up at Mount Perazim
Rising up two hours before the daylight
Angry as in the valley of Gibeon
To scatter the cumin planting wheat in rows
Jesus knows
And a young Christian grows
Why was I born to love you
No more coffee today
Soon I take my rest and pray about it
I pray that they accomplish what that have come for
When he has leveled its surface
Does he not sow the black cumin
Rising up...
Spelt
2-15-15
Of wheat, of spelt
The heat is so felt
They are only here to lend a hand
As snow will eventually melt
Extreme cold temperatures
This is only temporal
For we are halfway through the winter
I try to pay no mind to it
Of spelt, of wheat
Good is still our electric heat
Not with a threshing sledge
I sit patiently on the edge
They're only here to help us
Who is wonderful in control
And excellent in guidance...
Pause And Wonder
2-15-15
Woe and weal to Ariel where David dwelt
Of wheat, of spelt
Eventually the snow does melt
I hold my left hand out and I tremble
No more coffee today
In rhymes yet to assemble
Year to year let feasts be made
Foes will be like fine dust
To whisper out from like a whole new voice
From my throat I choose to embrace
Like chaff that passes away
And look he drinks in his dreams
But is sober in real life
I see here right before me
O, pause and wonder...
Read This Please
2-15-15
God pours out on me a spirit of deep sleep
So that I might rest and heal
But I pray that I won't go too deep
In the way that I feel
The bible is so beautiful
In that God is real
And my Sony would be happy
To be put back into her service
Behind the lips that no thing could seal
But he awakens and indeed he is passionate to face the day
And I close my eyes to again to wake refreshed
Read this please, yes I can
For it is not sealed
God pours out his Spirit
Upon those that suffer it....
I Would Stagger
2-15-15
Who sees us
O, who knows us
O, who grows us
I would stagger with intoxicating drink
And popping pills just to get on through
I activate my prayer capsule for my safety
It all comes with the territory of sobriety and salvation
O, praise and wonder
By the chime of One
I rejoice as my soul still craves
Seeing out of darkness and obscurity
As poets and as slaves
They're only here to lend a hand
I pray that this purpose is served
Till Lebanon is turned to a fruitful field...
linger
Linger
6-11-15
Change of plans
I go to the dentist and get two fillings
It's a miracle that I stood my ground
Have an awesome day
I'll see you around
Whitlling down to ten
Another means for tablet and pen
And these two cities
That lie underneath a sea of salt
And another governor to exalt
God hates sodomy but loves the Sodomites
Run but do not hasten
Flog but do not chasten
We are all prone to linger....
Trying to See
6-11-15
When we met them they bowed down
Not to forget them
But to cast at his feet our golden crown
I try hard to see
The sun is up
I set aside my cup
Only to fill it again
Upon my new arrival
All a matter of joy in this survival
Grabbing them, taking them in
Making them a feast
As the stagecoach turns around to turn east
You have brought the change to me
And it is not quite as strange to me
Ten minutes to spare
He lingered
O, help us run from what is O so wrong
God hates sodomy but loves the Sodomites
Don't get used to it
Become not commonplace
I try hard just to see...
Run, Lot, Run
6-11-15
adjusting my A.C.
It was too cold to know presence
Or to even be
And the meek shall inherit the earth
Lot tries to warn his family
For what it's all worth
A pastor is not to be a dictator
Ones only power is the power of influence
Hold the best so proudly high in hand
You have increased the nation
O, Lord you are glorified
In all prone to linger with flesh weak
Cannot put upon it a finger
But still I will seek
Run, Lot, run
With a righteous need to make haste
And be chastened..
Ensample
6-11-15
July nine
Seventy minute tooth session
No need for a sign
As notes fall gently like rain
An appointment divine
Let Jesus reign
An ensample to those whom go astray
Milking milch kine
In God I will find a way
Most don't make haste with commandments
Run, Lot, run
Back to the book to linger
To hesitate
Of our reluctance
Of our question to hey
To tear down, to fatigue, to exhaust
We'll never have our ducks in a row
Until Jesus comes back
Consider the new heaven and earth
O, run back to the Word
And find your strength....
Keep Moving
6-11-15
Remember Lot's wife
Turning back to become a pillar of salt
Remember your own life
Not about what you lack
Not as one to magnify or exalt
Made of them as ensamples
Our Sodom burned to ashes
O, how do we hasten
I'm not in a hurry
All I need to know is my name Jason
Best way to discipline oneself is to keep moving
Better off upright in much today I am proving
Keep pleading, lay hold onto obedience
O, keep on bleeding
According to its nourishing ingredients
Getting ones guts and fortitude
Still going nuts but not to intrude
For Sodom, the type and shadow of the world
I'm in the mood....
.
6-11-15
Change of plans
I go to the dentist and get two fillings
It's a miracle that I stood my ground
Have an awesome day
I'll see you around
Whitlling down to ten
Another means for tablet and pen
And these two cities
That lie underneath a sea of salt
And another governor to exalt
God hates sodomy but loves the Sodomites
Run but do not hasten
Flog but do not chasten
We are all prone to linger....
Trying to See
6-11-15
When we met them they bowed down
Not to forget them
But to cast at his feet our golden crown
I try hard to see
The sun is up
I set aside my cup
Only to fill it again
Upon my new arrival
All a matter of joy in this survival
Grabbing them, taking them in
Making them a feast
As the stagecoach turns around to turn east
You have brought the change to me
And it is not quite as strange to me
Ten minutes to spare
He lingered
O, help us run from what is O so wrong
God hates sodomy but loves the Sodomites
Don't get used to it
Become not commonplace
I try hard just to see...
Run, Lot, Run
6-11-15
adjusting my A.C.
It was too cold to know presence
Or to even be
And the meek shall inherit the earth
Lot tries to warn his family
For what it's all worth
A pastor is not to be a dictator
Ones only power is the power of influence
Hold the best so proudly high in hand
You have increased the nation
O, Lord you are glorified
In all prone to linger with flesh weak
Cannot put upon it a finger
But still I will seek
Run, Lot, run
With a righteous need to make haste
And be chastened..
Ensample
6-11-15
July nine
Seventy minute tooth session
No need for a sign
As notes fall gently like rain
An appointment divine
Let Jesus reign
An ensample to those whom go astray
Milking milch kine
In God I will find a way
Most don't make haste with commandments
Run, Lot, run
Back to the book to linger
To hesitate
Of our reluctance
Of our question to hey
To tear down, to fatigue, to exhaust
We'll never have our ducks in a row
Until Jesus comes back
Consider the new heaven and earth
O, run back to the Word
And find your strength....
Keep Moving
6-11-15
Remember Lot's wife
Turning back to become a pillar of salt
Remember your own life
Not about what you lack
Not as one to magnify or exalt
Made of them as ensamples
Our Sodom burned to ashes
O, how do we hasten
I'm not in a hurry
All I need to know is my name Jason
Best way to discipline oneself is to keep moving
Better off upright in much today I am proving
Keep pleading, lay hold onto obedience
O, keep on bleeding
According to its nourishing ingredients
Getting ones guts and fortitude
Still going nuts but not to intrude
For Sodom, the type and shadow of the world
I'm in the mood....
.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
loaded
Loaded Again
6-11-15
Again I am loaded
No money spent on smoke
A billion dollars at stake
For my malice God's love will never fail
Love will see us through it
It grows on me like mildew
We have waited for him and he will save us
Toothpaste does not deter the taste of coffee
The way of the just is uprightness
I hope that I have turned you onto something
We shall live together with him
His answer to our plaint
Having my desire to become a saint
Life is good in that I'm loaded...
Fauteuil (Revisited)
6-11-15
The feet of the poor
And the steps of the needy
I want to smell it, yeah I want more
But it's no way to live to be but greedy
The surface of the covering cast over us
Another coffee spill on this page
In the shade of the dark and deep
And cold lakes in my fauteuil
My upholstered armchair
So comes the darkness and the frost
On October mornings
Where there is hope for my Faunus of nature and fertility
And no more of such futility
Half hour to spare for the Lord thy God
In a consuming fire
Jealous because he loves us....
Nature Verses Nurture
6-11-15
To Faunus the Roman god of nature and fertility
Not considered a deity
But just as an artist
And a teacher of nature verses nurture
Another sou jingles in my pocket
So I can buy another rocket
Knowing the moodies
A better name for my blue devils
Long is the road that takes you there
Just let it take its course
I turn on the air for my cat
Happy to see me when I get in
And I will not die in my sin
As our Lord God will wipe away the tears
Away from all faces....
Get Some Sun
6-11-15
My dead bodies shall rise
To retire early tonight would be wise
Two angels at Sodom
Come to our hero Lot
Bowing to them about all his troubles to forget
As men of Sodom compass his house
Where God is the groom and we are the spouse
God burns this city to the ground
For Hayward and Lodge
Another beautiful hodgepodge
God made me crazy
God made me single
God made me Jason
By no means lazy
On the corner of Whiteford and Mount Zion
I linger by the skill of the carpenter and mason
O, run, let run and go out to get some sun....
On Genesis 19:15
6-11-15
Arise take your wife and two daughters
No surprise in the better life
According to due slaughters
As one to partake of the beef
She said I was an advanced being
And that things would get better
Giving no place to the thief
He said it is what I'm doing now
And not about what is a done deal
First thought about Providence
Planning for tomorrow to gird up my loins
And dig in my heels
If you can cast a little light on someone
At the edge of time
All storms must dissipate
An urban renewal project but to burn it...
6-11-15
Again I am loaded
No money spent on smoke
A billion dollars at stake
For my malice God's love will never fail
Love will see us through it
It grows on me like mildew
We have waited for him and he will save us
Toothpaste does not deter the taste of coffee
The way of the just is uprightness
I hope that I have turned you onto something
We shall live together with him
His answer to our plaint
Having my desire to become a saint
Life is good in that I'm loaded...
Fauteuil (Revisited)
6-11-15
The feet of the poor
And the steps of the needy
I want to smell it, yeah I want more
But it's no way to live to be but greedy
The surface of the covering cast over us
Another coffee spill on this page
In the shade of the dark and deep
And cold lakes in my fauteuil
My upholstered armchair
So comes the darkness and the frost
On October mornings
Where there is hope for my Faunus of nature and fertility
And no more of such futility
Half hour to spare for the Lord thy God
In a consuming fire
Jealous because he loves us....
Nature Verses Nurture
6-11-15
To Faunus the Roman god of nature and fertility
Not considered a deity
But just as an artist
And a teacher of nature verses nurture
Another sou jingles in my pocket
So I can buy another rocket
Knowing the moodies
A better name for my blue devils
Long is the road that takes you there
Just let it take its course
I turn on the air for my cat
Happy to see me when I get in
And I will not die in my sin
As our Lord God will wipe away the tears
Away from all faces....
Get Some Sun
6-11-15
My dead bodies shall rise
To retire early tonight would be wise
Two angels at Sodom
Come to our hero Lot
Bowing to them about all his troubles to forget
As men of Sodom compass his house
Where God is the groom and we are the spouse
God burns this city to the ground
For Hayward and Lodge
Another beautiful hodgepodge
God made me crazy
God made me single
God made me Jason
By no means lazy
On the corner of Whiteford and Mount Zion
I linger by the skill of the carpenter and mason
O, run, let run and go out to get some sun....
On Genesis 19:15
6-11-15
Arise take your wife and two daughters
No surprise in the better life
According to due slaughters
As one to partake of the beef
She said I was an advanced being
And that things would get better
Giving no place to the thief
He said it is what I'm doing now
And not about what is a done deal
First thought about Providence
Planning for tomorrow to gird up my loins
And dig in my heels
If you can cast a little light on someone
At the edge of time
All storms must dissipate
An urban renewal project but to burn it...
sun
More Of The Sun
6-11-15
Do you want to see more of me
Do you want to find what it is to truly just be
Do you want emancipation and to be free
Come on thou poets and slaves
According to what another addict yet craves
Cigarettes are the hardest thing to give up on the planet
But there is always the new earth
One day I meet my Janet
Avid, enthusiastic, ardent and keen
The pumpkin seed man cries
O, what does it mean!
Avid and insatiable
I hear your tongue and I feel your eyes
Believe not today the devil's lies
There I said it
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Do you want to see more of me
Don't answer....
Voracious
6-11-15
Just be voracious yet craving
Consuming large quantities to quell the vice
Water was no merit in ones saving
If you don't believe you just get wet
Eager and avaricious
And my hand found as a nest
Today I go north
But first must travel west
Taking in the view
For my riches of beauty
Yet available as one to gather eggs
And contribute home fries
Giving strength to feeble legs
Believe not today the devil's lies
Where our seas are sharp and clear
Voracious
Exceedingly eager
And no more meager
Just be...
Not Guilty
6-11-15
Everlasting
The Rock of ages still praying and fasting
In the turning back of pages
Where the smokestack was leaning sideways
As ones open mouth
A deep wherein such a message we could not go
More deep the universe
Is loving enough for me tonight to sweetly sleep
Where the veil is torn asunder
There was none that moved the wing
There was nobody in the mood to sing
Another communion
It's a huddle up and a remembrance
Of what Jesus has already done
The blood says, "Not guilty"....
Cleansing Never Stops
6-11-15
A sacred, special and sobering time
We, the peculiar people well worth writing this rhyme
Cleanse to keep on cleansing
And it never stops
He never learned to swim
But he looks after his cash crops
Where death is on the rampage
To live is Christ and to die is gain
In no such thing as the eradication of the old nature
It's a huddle up of lust and its warfare
In the Spirit verses flesh
A time of self examination
A sacred, special and sobering time
Well worth writing this here rhyme....
Sous
6-11-15
Vertical and horizontal
Inward and outward, up and down
We must cast at his feet our golden crown
As a lotus eater the sun shines through
For our change in the washing machine
And the parking meter
Many seek to be touched by the shadow of Simon Peter
Described in the Odyssey
Who lived in a drugged indolent state
Devoted to pleasure and luxury
Sous in my right front pocket
I am rich in this blessing today
Even while poor in spirit
And I must die in this land
Take heed unto yourselves
Lest ye forget
A heat in the shadow of a cloud
Slow down, you're moving way too fast...
6-11-15
Do you want to see more of me
Do you want to find what it is to truly just be
Do you want emancipation and to be free
Come on thou poets and slaves
According to what another addict yet craves
Cigarettes are the hardest thing to give up on the planet
But there is always the new earth
One day I meet my Janet
Avid, enthusiastic, ardent and keen
The pumpkin seed man cries
O, what does it mean!
Avid and insatiable
I hear your tongue and I feel your eyes
Believe not today the devil's lies
There I said it
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Do you want to see more of me
Don't answer....
Voracious
6-11-15
Just be voracious yet craving
Consuming large quantities to quell the vice
Water was no merit in ones saving
If you don't believe you just get wet
Eager and avaricious
And my hand found as a nest
Today I go north
But first must travel west
Taking in the view
For my riches of beauty
Yet available as one to gather eggs
And contribute home fries
Giving strength to feeble legs
Believe not today the devil's lies
Where our seas are sharp and clear
Voracious
Exceedingly eager
And no more meager
Just be...
Not Guilty
6-11-15
Everlasting
The Rock of ages still praying and fasting
In the turning back of pages
Where the smokestack was leaning sideways
As ones open mouth
A deep wherein such a message we could not go
More deep the universe
Is loving enough for me tonight to sweetly sleep
Where the veil is torn asunder
There was none that moved the wing
There was nobody in the mood to sing
Another communion
It's a huddle up and a remembrance
Of what Jesus has already done
The blood says, "Not guilty"....
Cleansing Never Stops
6-11-15
A sacred, special and sobering time
We, the peculiar people well worth writing this rhyme
Cleanse to keep on cleansing
And it never stops
He never learned to swim
But he looks after his cash crops
Where death is on the rampage
To live is Christ and to die is gain
In no such thing as the eradication of the old nature
It's a huddle up of lust and its warfare
In the Spirit verses flesh
A time of self examination
A sacred, special and sobering time
Well worth writing this here rhyme....
Sous
6-11-15
Vertical and horizontal
Inward and outward, up and down
We must cast at his feet our golden crown
As a lotus eater the sun shines through
For our change in the washing machine
And the parking meter
Many seek to be touched by the shadow of Simon Peter
Described in the Odyssey
Who lived in a drugged indolent state
Devoted to pleasure and luxury
Sous in my right front pocket
I am rich in this blessing today
Even while poor in spirit
And I must die in this land
Take heed unto yourselves
Lest ye forget
A heat in the shadow of a cloud
Slow down, you're moving way too fast...
Saturday, June 20, 2015
leviathan
Leviathan Revisited
2-15-15
He's the interrogator
I'm his alligator
To be a lover and no longer a hater
Under the tutelage today of the creator
The analyzer, the mental masturbator
I never understood such a council
So I was left to my own devices
As one to follow God according to the Word
Three seasons pass overhead
In a matter of five minutes
I wanted to take back all that I said out of turn
Being the Leviathan
I swim downstream
Where I only lived out half of my dream...
Ordering Up A Decaf
2-15-15
Throwing my amethysts to the hogs
Making my grocery lists and typing my blogs
In magnificent perception
Not flawless but as complete
I lit up a cigarette and only wanted two drags
It was too cold to stand out there
So I returned to my table and ordered up another mocha
I'm a backslider today but at least I'm here
In peace that casts out all throwing of carbuncles to the pigs
I spend my substance like it's nothing at all
But God is my Provider....
Blackberry
2-15-15
Ordering up a blackberry decaf
As one to never cry or even laugh
Halelujiah, I didn't see my better half
Don't want the attachment to drag me down
But I'm missing out
Flipping back to Isaiah
To find the words to write
By my river Euphrates
By the brook of Egypt so I dwell
Yet in doubt but at least I'm here
To read what it's all about
We will be gathered one by one
And as well vindicated
By God and his Son...
Callous Revisited
2-15-15
The fading flower is the head of the verdant valley
Developing a callous on my right middle finger
So I can but share what I had to say
On another extremely cold day
My only agenda is to pull through
For those that overcome with wine such as I
In my days of excess
Trampled underfoot
But I rock on and celebrate my wagon I ride
Almost noon
Halelijiah I made it
Safe and sound again
With my tablet and pen....
Refreshing
2-15-15
No place is clean
Do you know what I mean!
As I am AWOL today from the church scene
All tables are full of vomit
On a day when I was afraid of hues of green
I had also erred through wine out of the Way
But here I am again
Sober for almost five years
Praise God
Facing up to photographs of the family
I had no desire to be with in fading smiles
That's just the way I felt
As snow is soon to melt
No place is clean...
On Isaiah 28:16
2-15-15
Beginning again spiritual warfare
The devil is at it again with his lies
You will do just fine
Almost five years now without the wine
Plowing through the book of Isaiah
Finding words to write divine
Wherever believers will not act hastily
I fight it off and stay afloat
Putting my Aiwa to work
Seven more hours to bide
I've got nothing here to hide
O, why did I not see God
O, because it was overwhelming
But I still persist to seek him...
Plummet
2-15-15
By righteousness the plummet
I confront these past tense glad snapshots
Of those in my past
And outside the wind blows on
And I hope that the power on will last
When will he make to understand the message
He whom is willing the hear and see
I have over the years obtained much
For the whole symptom of family maintenance
Knocks on someone's door
But it doesn't have anything to do with me
Give ear and hear his voice
God is in control...
2-15-15
He's the interrogator
I'm his alligator
To be a lover and no longer a hater
Under the tutelage today of the creator
The analyzer, the mental masturbator
I never understood such a council
So I was left to my own devices
As one to follow God according to the Word
Three seasons pass overhead
In a matter of five minutes
I wanted to take back all that I said out of turn
Being the Leviathan
I swim downstream
Where I only lived out half of my dream...
Ordering Up A Decaf
2-15-15
Throwing my amethysts to the hogs
Making my grocery lists and typing my blogs
In magnificent perception
Not flawless but as complete
I lit up a cigarette and only wanted two drags
It was too cold to stand out there
So I returned to my table and ordered up another mocha
I'm a backslider today but at least I'm here
In peace that casts out all throwing of carbuncles to the pigs
I spend my substance like it's nothing at all
But God is my Provider....
Blackberry
2-15-15
Ordering up a blackberry decaf
As one to never cry or even laugh
Halelujiah, I didn't see my better half
Don't want the attachment to drag me down
But I'm missing out
Flipping back to Isaiah
To find the words to write
By my river Euphrates
By the brook of Egypt so I dwell
Yet in doubt but at least I'm here
To read what it's all about
We will be gathered one by one
And as well vindicated
By God and his Son...
Callous Revisited
2-15-15
The fading flower is the head of the verdant valley
Developing a callous on my right middle finger
So I can but share what I had to say
On another extremely cold day
My only agenda is to pull through
For those that overcome with wine such as I
In my days of excess
Trampled underfoot
But I rock on and celebrate my wagon I ride
Almost noon
Halelijiah I made it
Safe and sound again
With my tablet and pen....
Refreshing
2-15-15
No place is clean
Do you know what I mean!
As I am AWOL today from the church scene
All tables are full of vomit
On a day when I was afraid of hues of green
I had also erred through wine out of the Way
But here I am again
Sober for almost five years
Praise God
Facing up to photographs of the family
I had no desire to be with in fading smiles
That's just the way I felt
As snow is soon to melt
No place is clean...
On Isaiah 28:16
2-15-15
Beginning again spiritual warfare
The devil is at it again with his lies
You will do just fine
Almost five years now without the wine
Plowing through the book of Isaiah
Finding words to write divine
Wherever believers will not act hastily
I fight it off and stay afloat
Putting my Aiwa to work
Seven more hours to bide
I've got nothing here to hide
O, why did I not see God
O, because it was overwhelming
But I still persist to seek him...
Plummet
2-15-15
By righteousness the plummet
I confront these past tense glad snapshots
Of those in my past
And outside the wind blows on
And I hope that the power on will last
When will he make to understand the message
He whom is willing the hear and see
I have over the years obtained much
For the whole symptom of family maintenance
Knocks on someone's door
But it doesn't have anything to do with me
Give ear and hear his voice
God is in control...
high of thirty
High Of Thirty
2-6-15
Nothing can pluck me out of God's hand
Even if I fall apart today
To hide my Egyptian killed in the desert sand
I am what I am
In that I do my part
Up since four thirty
I get a little bit dirty
Only getting up to thirty degrees
According to the weather chart
But who is worthy to prognosticate
This is what I do by the day's first light
In which there is nothing to hate
Nothing will pluck me out of his hand today...
In The Bush
2-6-15
Leprous like snow
Anemic
I've got nowhere I need go
I take up my pen like it were a rod
And God is love is all that I need to know
I have this here desire to do signs and wonders
O, ask for something impossible
Think outside the box
And enjoy this morning your strong Joe
In Jesus name I can do this
In that I still have room to grow
I was once slow of speech
But now am bold
O, who made man's mouth
Yes, it never gets old...
I Dream Anew
2-6-15
Starting out the day with Classic Yes
As so my office and my love seat is a beautiful mess
Please let me go to sacrifice and to bless
Three day's journey into the wilderness
Satan gets mad when I am glad
And I see to it that I smile
When love comes to you
And life is not so bad
On the eve of deliverance
I take my rest and dream anew....
My Valentine's Hope
2-6-15
Spring will strike again
Like a rattlesnake against the lamb
Of this long cold winter
I am what I am today by his grace
And She leaps up again sometime soon
Looking at me as if I were a madman
Dream on poets and be slaves to charity
Many will believe because of these words in all verity
Bound for my forgiver
Like a hound to swim in the river
The sun is finally up
And I am on my way to here and Now....
Abate
2-6-15
Today's going to be another prolific one
Yeah, it already has
By my morning glory
There is a shift in conversation
Defines as lifestyle
Where battleships confide
In those that take up the pen
That's just where you are
And I'm at it again
Come the chime of eight
Sunshine is as nothing to hate
To bow ones head and worship
It's only crazy when we misunderstand it
Where coastal winds are yet to abate....
2-6-15
Nothing can pluck me out of God's hand
Even if I fall apart today
To hide my Egyptian killed in the desert sand
I am what I am
In that I do my part
Up since four thirty
I get a little bit dirty
Only getting up to thirty degrees
According to the weather chart
But who is worthy to prognosticate
This is what I do by the day's first light
In which there is nothing to hate
Nothing will pluck me out of his hand today...
In The Bush
2-6-15
Leprous like snow
Anemic
I've got nowhere I need go
I take up my pen like it were a rod
And God is love is all that I need to know
I have this here desire to do signs and wonders
O, ask for something impossible
Think outside the box
And enjoy this morning your strong Joe
In Jesus name I can do this
In that I still have room to grow
I was once slow of speech
But now am bold
O, who made man's mouth
Yes, it never gets old...
I Dream Anew
2-6-15
Starting out the day with Classic Yes
As so my office and my love seat is a beautiful mess
Please let me go to sacrifice and to bless
Three day's journey into the wilderness
Satan gets mad when I am glad
And I see to it that I smile
When love comes to you
And life is not so bad
On the eve of deliverance
I take my rest and dream anew....
My Valentine's Hope
2-6-15
Spring will strike again
Like a rattlesnake against the lamb
Of this long cold winter
I am what I am today by his grace
And She leaps up again sometime soon
Looking at me as if I were a madman
Dream on poets and be slaves to charity
Many will believe because of these words in all verity
Bound for my forgiver
Like a hound to swim in the river
The sun is finally up
And I am on my way to here and Now....
Abate
2-6-15
Today's going to be another prolific one
Yeah, it already has
By my morning glory
There is a shift in conversation
Defines as lifestyle
Where battleships confide
In those that take up the pen
That's just where you are
And I'm at it again
Come the chime of eight
Sunshine is as nothing to hate
To bow ones head and worship
It's only crazy when we misunderstand it
Where coastal winds are yet to abate....
Thursday, June 18, 2015
full
I'm Full
2-15-15
Children gather
Some more, some less
Praises get spent
This much we confess
My musical pursuits are endless
And my life is a mess
Everything in its right place
In so much he doth but bless
The weight of the world was on me
As my advocate says no stress
An homer for each individual
According to ones need
Nothing more, nothing less
And when the sun goes down
I am full...
On Exodus 16:12 (look this up)
2-15-15
Voice in my head says I have proved myself worthy
Playing my seventy-four archive
Sounding much like Sabbath
Three players make a whole lot of music
I live for today and soon incorporate my ipod
To play the rest of my Beck selections
Something to look back upon
Lean to with open arms and not with a clenched fist
Skim the chapter and still get the gist
O, if we had only died in Egypt
It is human nature to make our grievances
He has heard our complaints
In that much is freely given...
Never Mind Me
2-15-15
This particular selection entitles Sea Changes
Reminds me of restless meditations of my asphyxiation
Something I had to leave behind me
No more cinders from the sky
O, never mind me
Come the significance of Israel
And the Sabbath invested
Today I will find it in the field
If this is all that I am so be it
Like white coriander seed
According to each individual and his need
It's a good combination for music lovers
Come a chapped upper lip that doth bleed
At least this much I can get off my chest....
Go With Me
2-15-15
O, someone send me a real dream
Of putting my talent to use
An homer is one tenth of an ephah
According to the measure of God's good pleasure
And knowledge as treasure
I can forgive myself because Jesus already did
O, what has become of the soul cowboy
Roving up and down the promenade
In quest for drafts
Bearing with sub zero wind chills
But thankful for this shelter
God won't you go with me tomorrow...
Tool Revisited
2-15-15
He's the critic to confront
A newly discovered tool
Pulling off the new coffee stunt
Call me up because with me it's cool
A base hit with a bunt
Everyone doth play the fool
I never wear gloves
Because they get in the way of my cigarette
Confronting wintertime photographs
Of a snow fight with my family
Wanting me to be alright
Asking the server, "have you ever made a chamomile latte
It was a good idea to try such at home
I lost myself on the way to awareness
And now here I am...
2-15-15
Children gather
Some more, some less
Praises get spent
This much we confess
My musical pursuits are endless
And my life is a mess
Everything in its right place
In so much he doth but bless
The weight of the world was on me
As my advocate says no stress
An homer for each individual
According to ones need
Nothing more, nothing less
And when the sun goes down
I am full...
On Exodus 16:12 (look this up)
2-15-15
Voice in my head says I have proved myself worthy
Playing my seventy-four archive
Sounding much like Sabbath
Three players make a whole lot of music
I live for today and soon incorporate my ipod
To play the rest of my Beck selections
Something to look back upon
Lean to with open arms and not with a clenched fist
Skim the chapter and still get the gist
O, if we had only died in Egypt
It is human nature to make our grievances
He has heard our complaints
In that much is freely given...
Never Mind Me
2-15-15
This particular selection entitles Sea Changes
Reminds me of restless meditations of my asphyxiation
Something I had to leave behind me
No more cinders from the sky
O, never mind me
Come the significance of Israel
And the Sabbath invested
Today I will find it in the field
If this is all that I am so be it
Like white coriander seed
According to each individual and his need
It's a good combination for music lovers
Come a chapped upper lip that doth bleed
At least this much I can get off my chest....
Go With Me
2-15-15
O, someone send me a real dream
Of putting my talent to use
An homer is one tenth of an ephah
According to the measure of God's good pleasure
And knowledge as treasure
I can forgive myself because Jesus already did
O, what has become of the soul cowboy
Roving up and down the promenade
In quest for drafts
Bearing with sub zero wind chills
But thankful for this shelter
God won't you go with me tomorrow...
Tool Revisited
2-15-15
He's the critic to confront
A newly discovered tool
Pulling off the new coffee stunt
Call me up because with me it's cool
A base hit with a bunt
Everyone doth play the fool
I never wear gloves
Because they get in the way of my cigarette
Confronting wintertime photographs
Of a snow fight with my family
Wanting me to be alright
Asking the server, "have you ever made a chamomile latte
It was a good idea to try such at home
I lost myself on the way to awareness
And now here I am...
early
Early
2-15-15
Still insanely early
I am given people to believe in
In such photographs of beautiful minds
I have not partiality upon the feeble and strong
I ought to accept my predicament
And know that it is but temporal
I'm back on Tuesday to face the music
One day at a time
Sorrow takes its hold of the inhabitants of Philistia
But joy is soon to follow
I am glad that the night is far spent....
Take No Thought
2-15-15
Educated rather than mundane
So are our difficult times
That come with the territory of knowing Jesus
Marah and bitter are these waters
O, what shall we drink
Take no thought in that God is the Provider
Guiding them in his strength that is ours as well
Currently praying for the pastor as he speaks
I am AWOL from the assembly
Greet Miriam by the way
And she shall serve you well
Take no thought...
It Feels Good Going Down
2-15-15
It feels good going down
Now that I have earned my voice and my crown
Not by my own efforts
But by what Jesus has already done
And I give him thanks today
For the light of another sun
The chiefs of Edom will be dismayed
It feels good going down
I'm a junkie for all that is ground
The Lord shall reign forever and ever
So goes the Song of the Redeemed
Taking up in her hand the timbrel
Come redemption, this experience
God satisfies hunger and thirst
And provides rest
It feels good going down....
To Elim
2-15-15
Coming to Elim and twelve wells of water
Serving our son and daughter
To keep them safe in the slaughter
And seventy palm trees
And all today that the bible scholar clearly sees
Manna is provided and we get down on our knees
Soon we are no longer satisfied or content
Halfway through the month and my money is already spent
As one to grieve in the wilderness
O, to where will I yet be sent
Yet to win my first soul
For which it was meant....
Lyyar
2-15-15
In the month of Ziv it gets warm
Hunkering down again to weather the thunderstorm
It looks like the winds have subsided
In the month of Lyyar
I get on with my chair
To read my bible and smoke
A good combination
Manna is gathered
In the most desolate of places
Behold I will rain bread from heaven
And coriander seeds
Behold God will meet all of our needs
And the leaves soon grow in green
We have so much more to live for....
2-15-15
Still insanely early
I am given people to believe in
In such photographs of beautiful minds
I have not partiality upon the feeble and strong
I ought to accept my predicament
And know that it is but temporal
I'm back on Tuesday to face the music
One day at a time
Sorrow takes its hold of the inhabitants of Philistia
But joy is soon to follow
I am glad that the night is far spent....
Take No Thought
2-15-15
Educated rather than mundane
So are our difficult times
That come with the territory of knowing Jesus
Marah and bitter are these waters
O, what shall we drink
Take no thought in that God is the Provider
Guiding them in his strength that is ours as well
Currently praying for the pastor as he speaks
I am AWOL from the assembly
Greet Miriam by the way
And she shall serve you well
Take no thought...
It Feels Good Going Down
2-15-15
It feels good going down
Now that I have earned my voice and my crown
Not by my own efforts
But by what Jesus has already done
And I give him thanks today
For the light of another sun
The chiefs of Edom will be dismayed
It feels good going down
I'm a junkie for all that is ground
The Lord shall reign forever and ever
So goes the Song of the Redeemed
Taking up in her hand the timbrel
Come redemption, this experience
God satisfies hunger and thirst
And provides rest
It feels good going down....
To Elim
2-15-15
Coming to Elim and twelve wells of water
Serving our son and daughter
To keep them safe in the slaughter
And seventy palm trees
And all today that the bible scholar clearly sees
Manna is provided and we get down on our knees
Soon we are no longer satisfied or content
Halfway through the month and my money is already spent
As one to grieve in the wilderness
O, to where will I yet be sent
Yet to win my first soul
For which it was meant....
Lyyar
2-15-15
In the month of Ziv it gets warm
Hunkering down again to weather the thunderstorm
It looks like the winds have subsided
In the month of Lyyar
I get on with my chair
To read my bible and smoke
A good combination
Manna is gathered
In the most desolate of places
Behold I will rain bread from heaven
And coriander seeds
Behold God will meet all of our needs
And the leaves soon grow in green
We have so much more to live for....
horn
Horn
2-24-14
Casting down some of the hosts and the stars
Illuminating right beside all that is visible
Of our Jupiter and Mars
Trampling to the ground all high hopes
For a better trial run
By which contestants miss the starting gun
By the goat's horn waxing great
even to the host of heaven
Of which today I prophesy
Till the chime of seven
One way or another
In bewaring of the leaven....
Cast Down
2-24-14
Casting down the truth to the ground
Being one to say that I'll see you around
By the sanctuary cast down
For by chains he that is free is yet bound
Casting down this truth
For the cause for such to rise again
Magnifying himself as the prince with his pen
Made to be the third ruler of the kingdom
Holding his breath and counting to ten
To but savor what is yet to be
By the stone that is set
By the mouth of the den....
Confidence
2-24-14
Cast not away your confidence
Which has great reward
If you yet abide and persevere
Today in the Lord
May this word nourish you
with the milk that expires today
So I make it a priority
To knock it back sometime today
O, cast not away this confidence
For ye have need of endurance
In order to receive the promise of life eternal
We have hope for here and Now and today
In knowing that this my friend is real....
By Faith
2-24-14
Now the just shall live by faith
And if anyone draws back
My soul hath no pleasure in him
According to the word we yet reiterate
Where no man knows the hour
By which the just will live by faith
In what one cannot see
According to the truth that makes us free
Yeah, the just shall live by faith
Given second and third chances
According to what is real in you and me
As those that believe to the saving of our souls...
Substance
2-24-14
Drawing back to perdition
In a spirit of unbelief
In my dilapidated condition
Giving way again to the thief
It is our nature to yet draw back
Yet press forward towards the mark
Yet in our performance for the dark
Rising two hours before the sun by our faith
As the substance of things hoped for
And the evidence of things not seen
Pressing onward towards salvation
To yet work out and renounce all doubt...
2-24-14
Casting down some of the hosts and the stars
Illuminating right beside all that is visible
Of our Jupiter and Mars
Trampling to the ground all high hopes
For a better trial run
By which contestants miss the starting gun
By the goat's horn waxing great
even to the host of heaven
Of which today I prophesy
Till the chime of seven
One way or another
In bewaring of the leaven....
Cast Down
2-24-14
Casting down the truth to the ground
Being one to say that I'll see you around
By the sanctuary cast down
For by chains he that is free is yet bound
Casting down this truth
For the cause for such to rise again
Magnifying himself as the prince with his pen
Made to be the third ruler of the kingdom
Holding his breath and counting to ten
To but savor what is yet to be
By the stone that is set
By the mouth of the den....
Confidence
2-24-14
Cast not away your confidence
Which has great reward
If you yet abide and persevere
Today in the Lord
May this word nourish you
with the milk that expires today
So I make it a priority
To knock it back sometime today
O, cast not away this confidence
For ye have need of endurance
In order to receive the promise of life eternal
We have hope for here and Now and today
In knowing that this my friend is real....
By Faith
2-24-14
Now the just shall live by faith
And if anyone draws back
My soul hath no pleasure in him
According to the word we yet reiterate
Where no man knows the hour
By which the just will live by faith
In what one cannot see
According to the truth that makes us free
Yeah, the just shall live by faith
Given second and third chances
According to what is real in you and me
As those that believe to the saving of our souls...
Substance
2-24-14
Drawing back to perdition
In a spirit of unbelief
In my dilapidated condition
Giving way again to the thief
It is our nature to yet draw back
Yet press forward towards the mark
Yet in our performance for the dark
Rising two hours before the sun by our faith
As the substance of things hoped for
And the evidence of things not seen
Pressing onward towards salvation
To yet work out and renounce all doubt...
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
mene
Mene
2-23-14
By our kingdom numbered and yet finished
Nothing is added to the law nor diminished
When the law is love
And of blue skies and sunshine above
Weighed in the balances and found wanting
According to all ghostly voices still haunting
As so the kingdom is divided inside of me
Yet insinuating and in sentiment yet flaunting
By our kingdom numbered and yet finished
With nothing added nor aught diminished....
On Daniel 7:17
2-24-14
Spherical layers of meaning lie beneath the surface
Of a deep and dark lake
enclosing a hollow central cavity
In the penetration of the earth's crust
Where all things we can see return to the dust
According to such spherical layers of melody
By way of cacophony
according to preference of an ear inclined
According to the beasts and kings
Yet to arise out of the earth
As we know it...
Serum
2-24-14
By the coagulation of serum
I consider again my Pythagoras theorem
According to what I can remember
Of when I was there sitting in class
Being one to say that I don't care
Of a watery nature
Under blue skies of weather fine and fair
By the coagulation of blood yet curdled
According to what can be clearly understood
By this manifestation of familiar brotherhood.....
Monday's First Alliteration
2-24-14
Propitiatory providence
Proves the point of praise
From unfeigned lips
That put on a smile a mile wide
Yet not according to pride
Where God is on our side
By propitiatory providence
where I know not just how to express
Such a passion and its purpose
From a heart that is far from the matter at hand
I find my way in the I can say
That at last I understand...
Plenary
2-24-14
According to the doctrine of plenary inspiration
We study the art of love
In all that lies within, beyond and above
Requiring only that revelation will be expressed without error
As my cognitions much trouble me by dread and terror
So I seek a peace to yet envelop my mind
According to the doctrine of plenary inspiration God breathed
Where the treasure is to be mined...
On Hebrews 10:33
2-24-14
Made a spectacle and a gazingstock
By reproaches and tribulations
In leaning upon a rock smote twice
As the water pours out from his side
To mollify and soften the hardness of ones pride
Enduring a great struggle with sufferings
By which we are worthy to be counted as sons of this commonwealth
Getting my rest tonight in taking care of my health
Made a spectacle and a gazingstock
While becoming as companions
Of those who were so treated....
2-23-14
By our kingdom numbered and yet finished
Nothing is added to the law nor diminished
When the law is love
And of blue skies and sunshine above
Weighed in the balances and found wanting
According to all ghostly voices still haunting
As so the kingdom is divided inside of me
Yet insinuating and in sentiment yet flaunting
By our kingdom numbered and yet finished
With nothing added nor aught diminished....
On Daniel 7:17
2-24-14
Spherical layers of meaning lie beneath the surface
Of a deep and dark lake
enclosing a hollow central cavity
In the penetration of the earth's crust
Where all things we can see return to the dust
According to such spherical layers of melody
By way of cacophony
according to preference of an ear inclined
According to the beasts and kings
Yet to arise out of the earth
As we know it...
Serum
2-24-14
By the coagulation of serum
I consider again my Pythagoras theorem
According to what I can remember
Of when I was there sitting in class
Being one to say that I don't care
Of a watery nature
Under blue skies of weather fine and fair
By the coagulation of blood yet curdled
According to what can be clearly understood
By this manifestation of familiar brotherhood.....
Monday's First Alliteration
2-24-14
Propitiatory providence
Proves the point of praise
From unfeigned lips
That put on a smile a mile wide
Yet not according to pride
Where God is on our side
By propitiatory providence
where I know not just how to express
Such a passion and its purpose
From a heart that is far from the matter at hand
I find my way in the I can say
That at last I understand...
Plenary
2-24-14
According to the doctrine of plenary inspiration
We study the art of love
In all that lies within, beyond and above
Requiring only that revelation will be expressed without error
As my cognitions much trouble me by dread and terror
So I seek a peace to yet envelop my mind
According to the doctrine of plenary inspiration God breathed
Where the treasure is to be mined...
On Hebrews 10:33
2-24-14
Made a spectacle and a gazingstock
By reproaches and tribulations
In leaning upon a rock smote twice
As the water pours out from his side
To mollify and soften the hardness of ones pride
Enduring a great struggle with sufferings
By which we are worthy to be counted as sons of this commonwealth
Getting my rest tonight in taking care of my health
Made a spectacle and a gazingstock
While becoming as companions
Of those who were so treated....
extol
Extol
2-23-14
Corrupt kings praise and extol the King of heaven
In that I return again
To that which I tried to forget for a little while
Knowing good success in no need to stop at seven eleven
Where all of his works are of truth
Backing up today what serves as my style
Quite a style of writing of my free verse
Counting all of my blessings
Even if it might seem as the curse
As they that walk in pride
He is able to abase
So I humble myself today
To be as one whom hath returned
To love and grace....
Christening
2-23-14
Christening my fresh tablet
Entitled Real
Like a baptism of free verse
Transcending all that I might feel
For I was given time to but rest and heal
According to all Jacinth, zircon and hyacinth
Included in the hues one with closed eyes can yet see
Given three months till I turn forty-one
Christening such a new tablet
Entitled Real
And not just for fun
Glad to be back to all of this
Under azure skies by the light of our sun
Knowing that spring is coming soon
And such is quite real....
On Daniel 4:36
2-23-14
As my reason returns unto me
I'm back where I belong
In the writing of a new song
Yeah, I made it back here going strong
Mission accomplished, halleluliah
Hosanna, looking upon what right
Rather than what seems wrong
My reason returns unto me
Along with all brightness and honor
For the glory of the kingdom
By which excellent majesty so is added to me
As God hast sustained my reigns
In the face of what is real...
On Hebrews 10:1
2-23-14
For the law having a shadow of good things to come
By the flaw in the slaw
And the beating of ones own drum
Eating my steak raw
Glad to have feeling in my extremities
And no longer as numb
For not the very image of things offered
That can make those whom approach
Perfect only by way of conscience
That can sometimes be a pest
As so I am ready to go back again to my west
As sacrifice and offering thou did not desire....
Deposed
2-23-14
With heart lifted up
And mind hardened in pride
I was a deity in my own eyes
Just going along for the ride
Yeah, they loved me when I was there
In a place where time and space did collide
Deposed from my throne
On the day of my graduation
Yeah, they loved me
And I keep such in mind
With a heart lifted up
By the peeling of my avocado rind
Laying down my glory
At the welcome mat of my own abode
With heart lifted up
In time my pride doth wash away and erode...
2-23-14
Corrupt kings praise and extol the King of heaven
In that I return again
To that which I tried to forget for a little while
Knowing good success in no need to stop at seven eleven
Where all of his works are of truth
Backing up today what serves as my style
Quite a style of writing of my free verse
Counting all of my blessings
Even if it might seem as the curse
As they that walk in pride
He is able to abase
So I humble myself today
To be as one whom hath returned
To love and grace....
Christening
2-23-14
Christening my fresh tablet
Entitled Real
Like a baptism of free verse
Transcending all that I might feel
For I was given time to but rest and heal
According to all Jacinth, zircon and hyacinth
Included in the hues one with closed eyes can yet see
Given three months till I turn forty-one
Christening such a new tablet
Entitled Real
And not just for fun
Glad to be back to all of this
Under azure skies by the light of our sun
Knowing that spring is coming soon
And such is quite real....
On Daniel 4:36
2-23-14
As my reason returns unto me
I'm back where I belong
In the writing of a new song
Yeah, I made it back here going strong
Mission accomplished, halleluliah
Hosanna, looking upon what right
Rather than what seems wrong
My reason returns unto me
Along with all brightness and honor
For the glory of the kingdom
By which excellent majesty so is added to me
As God hast sustained my reigns
In the face of what is real...
On Hebrews 10:1
2-23-14
For the law having a shadow of good things to come
By the flaw in the slaw
And the beating of ones own drum
Eating my steak raw
Glad to have feeling in my extremities
And no longer as numb
For not the very image of things offered
That can make those whom approach
Perfect only by way of conscience
That can sometimes be a pest
As so I am ready to go back again to my west
As sacrifice and offering thou did not desire....
Deposed
2-23-14
With heart lifted up
And mind hardened in pride
I was a deity in my own eyes
Just going along for the ride
Yeah, they loved me when I was there
In a place where time and space did collide
Deposed from my throne
On the day of my graduation
Yeah, they loved me
And I keep such in mind
With a heart lifted up
By the peeling of my avocado rind
Laying down my glory
At the welcome mat of my own abode
With heart lifted up
In time my pride doth wash away and erode...
as children
As Children
1-5-14
Many believers are said to be unfledged
But at least they are justified
As little children of the faith
That desire the milk to wash down solid food
That belongeth to those with their senses exercised to but discern
Where Christ is formed in those that first believe
By a faith in what one cannot see
With a hope as an anchor for souls that yet follow
Even if such is a matter quite hard to swallow....
Idle Today
1-5-14
Jerusalem above is free
Which is the mother of us all
Contrary to our Hagar
Cast out to represent the bondage
We yet desire to remain in
In being a maidservant according to the flesh
And Sarah according to the promise
This will be the symbolism of our two covenants
Quite beautiful in that in such
There is much for the bible scholar to learn
For it is written rejoice, O barren
And break forth and shout
Jerusalem above is free
Even by a shadow cast in doubt...
Just Me
1-5-14
Standing fast in the liberty
Yet still subject to bondage today
Quit, barren and idle
Learning of these polarities
That turn out to mean to us the same thing
To but consider moving onto chapter five
By which Christ has set me free
Standing fast in the liberty
Giving thanks that at least I can see
As so in Isaac lies the promise
Wherein I am not to try to be anything but just Me...
Scripture Study Remix
1-5-14
Where faith makes us wait
There is nothing more for us to try to create
To learn how to love and forget how to hate
To look out for the fortune that serves as our fate
Falling again from grace
Where we try too hard to keep it
In that you hath ran well
In holding this wild card
Double and triple
Dipping into the jar of salsa
Where faith makes us wait
For what we cannot see
By way of ones eyes
With this hope
To serve as the anchor of our soul.....
On Galatians 5:14
1-5-14
The law is fulfilled in one word
Even in this that ye should love your neighbor as yourself
Yet the world will try to tell us that we need to love ourselves first
Content today in smoke and brew
To later yet hunger and thirst
To know ones vice in virtue
And to on the milk be nursed
O, why do I still suffer the persecution
Of my own voice
Where the law is fulfilled in one word
Where I languish upon my pallet to pray without ceasing
Until I get on back to sleep...
1-5-14
Many believers are said to be unfledged
But at least they are justified
As little children of the faith
That desire the milk to wash down solid food
That belongeth to those with their senses exercised to but discern
Where Christ is formed in those that first believe
By a faith in what one cannot see
With a hope as an anchor for souls that yet follow
Even if such is a matter quite hard to swallow....
Idle Today
1-5-14
Jerusalem above is free
Which is the mother of us all
Contrary to our Hagar
Cast out to represent the bondage
We yet desire to remain in
In being a maidservant according to the flesh
And Sarah according to the promise
This will be the symbolism of our two covenants
Quite beautiful in that in such
There is much for the bible scholar to learn
For it is written rejoice, O barren
And break forth and shout
Jerusalem above is free
Even by a shadow cast in doubt...
Just Me
1-5-14
Standing fast in the liberty
Yet still subject to bondage today
Quit, barren and idle
Learning of these polarities
That turn out to mean to us the same thing
To but consider moving onto chapter five
By which Christ has set me free
Standing fast in the liberty
Giving thanks that at least I can see
As so in Isaac lies the promise
Wherein I am not to try to be anything but just Me...
Scripture Study Remix
1-5-14
Where faith makes us wait
There is nothing more for us to try to create
To learn how to love and forget how to hate
To look out for the fortune that serves as our fate
Falling again from grace
Where we try too hard to keep it
In that you hath ran well
In holding this wild card
Double and triple
Dipping into the jar of salsa
Where faith makes us wait
For what we cannot see
By way of ones eyes
With this hope
To serve as the anchor of our soul.....
On Galatians 5:14
1-5-14
The law is fulfilled in one word
Even in this that ye should love your neighbor as yourself
Yet the world will try to tell us that we need to love ourselves first
Content today in smoke and brew
To later yet hunger and thirst
To know ones vice in virtue
And to on the milk be nursed
O, why do I still suffer the persecution
Of my own voice
Where the law is fulfilled in one word
Where I languish upon my pallet to pray without ceasing
Until I get on back to sleep...
Monday, June 15, 2015
means
Means
1-5-14
Men of munificence give all they have today
In the congregation displaying their great generosity
So that windows of heaven can open up
From the Source of our Scripture
seeing in my near and distant outcome
A means to a new beginning
Seemingly serving as the cul-de-sac
Of a higher purpose
Playing another old school cassette
To get on with that which just is
In the eyes of men of munificence
That give out of poverty and are rich
According to our topsy-turvy kingdom
In the way that it all works out...
I Tried
1-5-14
The heir is as the slave
Desiring again to be under the law
Hiding in their cave
As children still young in the faith
Further up upon the sands
Wash ones higher tide of a merciless billow
Like ones blunt and in your face wave
Hard to be uttered
Seeing I am dull of hearing
But at least I tried
To say just what I mean
Here and now
The time and place of my deliverance
At least I tried....
On Galatians 4:6,7
1-5-14
Receiving the adoption
As sons in remembrance of my day job
Where I would toast those hamburger buns
Minding not the slang of expressions or even puns
And because we are sons
God sent forth his Comforter
To establish this weakness into our hearts
Crying Abba
In that it all has served its purpose
Just the way that it went
So that you'd no longer be a slave but a son
Then an heir
By this good and better deal
That is just and fair....
Sad But Glad
1-5-14
AWOL again from where I ought to be
Staying home to listen to my Springsteen albums
Sad but quite glad
Reading the book of Galatians again
Soon to drive myself mad
For the purpose of the passing of time
Seeming to be but abused
As so I write this rhyme
Turning to the beggarly elements
To which one desires again to be in bondage
O, that which I hate
Yeah, I still do
AWOL again from the assembly
Being today the intercessor
Where the least I can do today is pray....
Excluded
1-5-14
They want to exclude me
That I might be zealous for them
O, who are they anyway
In a place where I feel that I do not belong
Staying home from church to write this song
Knowing I'm going to be one to get back in there
By all resilience in my fire that burns
To be one that returns
As the Word of God at home he learns
So it seems they want to exclude me
For a higher purpose
Deep down inside this valley
Where it is good to be zealous in a good thing
Not only while present
But in any state
Wherein we will today be content....
1-5-14
Men of munificence give all they have today
In the congregation displaying their great generosity
So that windows of heaven can open up
From the Source of our Scripture
seeing in my near and distant outcome
A means to a new beginning
Seemingly serving as the cul-de-sac
Of a higher purpose
Playing another old school cassette
To get on with that which just is
In the eyes of men of munificence
That give out of poverty and are rich
According to our topsy-turvy kingdom
In the way that it all works out...
I Tried
1-5-14
The heir is as the slave
Desiring again to be under the law
Hiding in their cave
As children still young in the faith
Further up upon the sands
Wash ones higher tide of a merciless billow
Like ones blunt and in your face wave
Hard to be uttered
Seeing I am dull of hearing
But at least I tried
To say just what I mean
Here and now
The time and place of my deliverance
At least I tried....
On Galatians 4:6,7
1-5-14
Receiving the adoption
As sons in remembrance of my day job
Where I would toast those hamburger buns
Minding not the slang of expressions or even puns
And because we are sons
God sent forth his Comforter
To establish this weakness into our hearts
Crying Abba
In that it all has served its purpose
Just the way that it went
So that you'd no longer be a slave but a son
Then an heir
By this good and better deal
That is just and fair....
Sad But Glad
1-5-14
AWOL again from where I ought to be
Staying home to listen to my Springsteen albums
Sad but quite glad
Reading the book of Galatians again
Soon to drive myself mad
For the purpose of the passing of time
Seeming to be but abused
As so I write this rhyme
Turning to the beggarly elements
To which one desires again to be in bondage
O, that which I hate
Yeah, I still do
AWOL again from the assembly
Being today the intercessor
Where the least I can do today is pray....
Excluded
1-5-14
They want to exclude me
That I might be zealous for them
O, who are they anyway
In a place where I feel that I do not belong
Staying home from church to write this song
Knowing I'm going to be one to get back in there
By all resilience in my fire that burns
To be one that returns
As the Word of God at home he learns
So it seems they want to exclude me
For a higher purpose
Deep down inside this valley
Where it is good to be zealous in a good thing
Not only while present
But in any state
Wherein we will today be content....
sharia
Sharia
12-19-14
By Jihad and Sharia
I know not what could be meant in such captivity
I always talked my way out of it
But I saw and I came and I conquered
It went over so much better this time
Soon to play another tribute to my nine eleven meaning
Of making peace with them all
O, how the ego hates change
Seeing such as something strange
I almost wanted to kick the habit
In my life with much to rearrange
I can play it loud because it's daybreak....
O, Could This Be
12-19-14
Nine days of cessation
Are yet to be performed
In the setting aside of my Schofield
O could the be
As still I play the field
And if you see it don't make a sound
And if you hear just soak it in and sing to me
Twenty-one poems so far written
I hope for more than just these words on such pages
Praying for my Anabaptists
They are my friends that unlock all bird cages
Join my quest for fire and water
By all air and earth
But not for slaughter
By the outcome that I came and conquered.....
Ironclad
12-19-14
Life is like a wheel
And it's turning with its spokes
Of steel ironclad
And quite glad to be real
Going mad
But not for the fad
As something more
Than what I might think or feel
Hoping I can get my story across to them
Come the New Year spaniel's rear
Where regrets are further from essence
And progress is closer to your true nature
We will meet again
Regardless of all nomenclature
As I rock on to Jesus
In my own way...
Psyche
12-19-14
He has the power to lay down his crown
We have reigned as kings without you
But it doesn't need to bring us down
By the psyche known as the Greek word for soul
I must care for clutter over the weekend
And sit down to dig another hole
Reading my November journal
From back to front
In my activity of this gratitude
The search continues by my hunt
As long as I can stay intact
At the chime of noon
With psyche I yet interact...
Joe To The World (Part 2)
12-19-14
I got a hold of Mother in hopes to get through
To as well my brother
Five more hours of daylight
To do just what I do now and here
Turning over my Piece of Mind cassette
Seeing it not as something to fear
Almost misspelling such a word to make another meaning
I dump again my ashtray
And upon God today I lean
Putting on another pot of coffee
To learn more of what the attitude of gratitude can come to mean
This is my latest entry
Not in need today the scene....
12-19-14
By Jihad and Sharia
I know not what could be meant in such captivity
I always talked my way out of it
But I saw and I came and I conquered
It went over so much better this time
Soon to play another tribute to my nine eleven meaning
Of making peace with them all
O, how the ego hates change
Seeing such as something strange
I almost wanted to kick the habit
In my life with much to rearrange
I can play it loud because it's daybreak....
O, Could This Be
12-19-14
Nine days of cessation
Are yet to be performed
In the setting aside of my Schofield
O could the be
As still I play the field
And if you see it don't make a sound
And if you hear just soak it in and sing to me
Twenty-one poems so far written
I hope for more than just these words on such pages
Praying for my Anabaptists
They are my friends that unlock all bird cages
Join my quest for fire and water
By all air and earth
But not for slaughter
By the outcome that I came and conquered.....
Ironclad
12-19-14
Life is like a wheel
And it's turning with its spokes
Of steel ironclad
And quite glad to be real
Going mad
But not for the fad
As something more
Than what I might think or feel
Hoping I can get my story across to them
Come the New Year spaniel's rear
Where regrets are further from essence
And progress is closer to your true nature
We will meet again
Regardless of all nomenclature
As I rock on to Jesus
In my own way...
Psyche
12-19-14
He has the power to lay down his crown
We have reigned as kings without you
But it doesn't need to bring us down
By the psyche known as the Greek word for soul
I must care for clutter over the weekend
And sit down to dig another hole
Reading my November journal
From back to front
In my activity of this gratitude
The search continues by my hunt
As long as I can stay intact
At the chime of noon
With psyche I yet interact...
Joe To The World (Part 2)
12-19-14
I got a hold of Mother in hopes to get through
To as well my brother
Five more hours of daylight
To do just what I do now and here
Turning over my Piece of Mind cassette
Seeing it not as something to fear
Almost misspelling such a word to make another meaning
I dump again my ashtray
And upon God today I lean
Putting on another pot of coffee
To learn more of what the attitude of gratitude can come to mean
This is my latest entry
Not in need today the scene....
Sunday, June 14, 2015
eleven
My Eleven
12-19-14
No plan save my faith
I look forward to the setting of another sun
No agenda but to yet abide
And to do whatever follows
By my affirmation
I will find all that I seek
In seven more deep sweet swallows
And hundreds yet to follow
After all available light
At the chime of eleven
I rejoice that I don't need to suffer for it any longer
Because Jesus already paid the price
No plan save my faith...
Go And Rise
12-19-14
O go high, O go broad
And go deep
O, do you lie about what you are in God
And rise up from your slumber and sleep
Where you're searching for the light by faith
You'll take that leap
It is not necessary to seek out sacrifice
Because it is Jesus that already paid the price
I turn around and he is there in spite of my vice
Come wakefulness not as our emergence
Nor as one to roll the dice
Seeking silence in the studio
For several moments following such an archive
O, go high
In the you are still alive
O, go....
Broom
12-19-14
I blew off the scene
At the corner of Market and Queen
It got out of hand if you know what I mean
And now it's just me and my latte
Keeping my conscience clean
They made it big with Capitol Records
By my star flashing indigo and green
I pray that I will make my breakthrough
On the first day of winter solstice
And to no longer fear the light
By the reading of the traveler's Psalm
Concerning the cross of the broom and the illumination
Amongst all of such gloom..
Something To Dig
12-19-14
Reading again the Psalms of ascents
Referring to the fifteen steps leading to the court
Not as ones last resort
Yet to admonish and exhort
Yet to encourage one to tie his boat to its wooden dock
And post pure tried and refined
Much satisfied in being wined and dined
As one to know ones piece of mind
A Capitol Records archive that made it big
Serving as something more that today I can dig...
Glad To Have Gone There
12-19-14
By legalism and pluralism
May we not be deceived
And may one not be grieved
In all that we have received
Bad dreams so give me my piece of mind
Set aside for the purpose of what is written here for you
Loving myself unconditionally
To neutralize the ego
And as a means to be just and true
Reading and writing till it's time to go
Home to my mother with apple skins in my back teeth
And a rededication to in Christ my brother
I am glad to have gone there again..
12-19-14
No plan save my faith
I look forward to the setting of another sun
No agenda but to yet abide
And to do whatever follows
By my affirmation
I will find all that I seek
In seven more deep sweet swallows
And hundreds yet to follow
After all available light
At the chime of eleven
I rejoice that I don't need to suffer for it any longer
Because Jesus already paid the price
No plan save my faith...
Go And Rise
12-19-14
O go high, O go broad
And go deep
O, do you lie about what you are in God
And rise up from your slumber and sleep
Where you're searching for the light by faith
You'll take that leap
It is not necessary to seek out sacrifice
Because it is Jesus that already paid the price
I turn around and he is there in spite of my vice
Come wakefulness not as our emergence
Nor as one to roll the dice
Seeking silence in the studio
For several moments following such an archive
O, go high
In the you are still alive
O, go....
Broom
12-19-14
I blew off the scene
At the corner of Market and Queen
It got out of hand if you know what I mean
And now it's just me and my latte
Keeping my conscience clean
They made it big with Capitol Records
By my star flashing indigo and green
I pray that I will make my breakthrough
On the first day of winter solstice
And to no longer fear the light
By the reading of the traveler's Psalm
Concerning the cross of the broom and the illumination
Amongst all of such gloom..
Something To Dig
12-19-14
Reading again the Psalms of ascents
Referring to the fifteen steps leading to the court
Not as ones last resort
Yet to admonish and exhort
Yet to encourage one to tie his boat to its wooden dock
And post pure tried and refined
Much satisfied in being wined and dined
As one to know ones piece of mind
A Capitol Records archive that made it big
Serving as something more that today I can dig...
Glad To Have Gone There
12-19-14
By legalism and pluralism
May we not be deceived
And may one not be grieved
In all that we have received
Bad dreams so give me my piece of mind
Set aside for the purpose of what is written here for you
Loving myself unconditionally
To neutralize the ego
And as a means to be just and true
Reading and writing till it's time to go
Home to my mother with apple skins in my back teeth
And a rededication to in Christ my brother
I am glad to have gone there again..
Saturday, June 13, 2015
psilocybin
Psilocybin
12-19-14
I research my psilocybin
To determine if she is edible
Come a parable one can grasp
And a truth quite credible
I am as a fugitive
From the truth I pass away
From an absence
From the way I blow off the library scene
Because it was getting out of hand
Back to the bookstore to check out butts
Getting back into my vouyer's ruts
Experimenting in my rhetorical mescaline
According the where's and what's
Come the doors of perception
To be my birthday wish
I research my psilocybin
To determine if such is good
For my salad bar pursuits....
Library Complaint (I Blew That Scene)
12-19-14
O, many kudos and thanks
Filling up spiritual fuel tanks
On Christmas eve I'm a naan-believer
By the bread and it's decadence
But not as a deceiver
As one to go the way of the pigeonholing
Striking my drums by way of bell tolling
The facilities always seem to be occupied
By way of dice a rolling
The doors seem to be always locked
In such logrolling
O, many kudos and thanks
Even in the bullshit
Indigo is the color of this gospel
We refer to as it...
3 Down And 4 To Go
12-19-14
This morning I vomit up my pills
Stated in the present tense
Remaining in the here and now with my coping skills
The lamp of the body is the eye
How great is the darkness I seek as the sun goes down
But not for the illusion of that so called lie
O, take no thought in inquiring O why
Four more Maiden archives yet to play
Wherein I sit on high
God knows that I have need of these things
Such as wheat and rye
Come the force behind you
To conquer all of your fears
The boogie man is not that bad
I will take him on today...
Fear Only Kurios
12-19-14
In the Greek our kurios is here
Whomever he was to us
Not something to fear
I fall on my knees to incline mine ear
To but hear
By the meaning of the kingdom
Where everything is upside down
I am whispering in your dreams
And I have earned my crown
Much dental work doth but remain
And I need something strong to yet kill the pain
Ask and it shall be given
Seek and you will find it
In from the elements
Knock and it will be opened to you
And never mind the freezing rain...
Two Ways Contrasted
12-19-14
Just wanting to belong
By the writing of another song
A weekend warrior sometimes
But O, is this so wrong
To ask for a serpent and be given a fish
To deceive a scorpion by the makings of ones wish
Enter by the narrow gate
And be cautious of your hot dish
Synonymous to the kingdom
By the two ways contrasted
Just wanting to belong
By their fruits you will know them
To go out again to but show them
She said that my music was too wild
For what she could bear
But to each his own
Don't be afraid to care...
12-19-14
I research my psilocybin
To determine if she is edible
Come a parable one can grasp
And a truth quite credible
I am as a fugitive
From the truth I pass away
From an absence
From the way I blow off the library scene
Because it was getting out of hand
Back to the bookstore to check out butts
Getting back into my vouyer's ruts
Experimenting in my rhetorical mescaline
According the where's and what's
Come the doors of perception
To be my birthday wish
I research my psilocybin
To determine if such is good
For my salad bar pursuits....
Library Complaint (I Blew That Scene)
12-19-14
O, many kudos and thanks
Filling up spiritual fuel tanks
On Christmas eve I'm a naan-believer
By the bread and it's decadence
But not as a deceiver
As one to go the way of the pigeonholing
Striking my drums by way of bell tolling
The facilities always seem to be occupied
By way of dice a rolling
The doors seem to be always locked
In such logrolling
O, many kudos and thanks
Even in the bullshit
Indigo is the color of this gospel
We refer to as it...
3 Down And 4 To Go
12-19-14
This morning I vomit up my pills
Stated in the present tense
Remaining in the here and now with my coping skills
The lamp of the body is the eye
How great is the darkness I seek as the sun goes down
But not for the illusion of that so called lie
O, take no thought in inquiring O why
Four more Maiden archives yet to play
Wherein I sit on high
God knows that I have need of these things
Such as wheat and rye
Come the force behind you
To conquer all of your fears
The boogie man is not that bad
I will take him on today...
Fear Only Kurios
12-19-14
In the Greek our kurios is here
Whomever he was to us
Not something to fear
I fall on my knees to incline mine ear
To but hear
By the meaning of the kingdom
Where everything is upside down
I am whispering in your dreams
And I have earned my crown
Much dental work doth but remain
And I need something strong to yet kill the pain
Ask and it shall be given
Seek and you will find it
In from the elements
Knock and it will be opened to you
And never mind the freezing rain...
Two Ways Contrasted
12-19-14
Just wanting to belong
By the writing of another song
A weekend warrior sometimes
But O, is this so wrong
To ask for a serpent and be given a fish
To deceive a scorpion by the makings of ones wish
Enter by the narrow gate
And be cautious of your hot dish
Synonymous to the kingdom
By the two ways contrasted
Just wanting to belong
By their fruits you will know them
To go out again to but show them
She said that my music was too wild
For what she could bear
But to each his own
Don't be afraid to care...
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