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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...