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...