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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....