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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...