Friday, June 12, 2015

joe

Joe To The World
12-14-19


Joe to the world
Caffeine is come
As one to but beat upon my own kettle drum
Rocking on to its decadence
Instead of my past tense coke and rum
Lay not up treasures on earth
Where moth and dust corrupt
By the product and its dividend
By its difference of the sum
I rock on
Amen, it's all yours
Yeah, every crumb
Not so bad in its being of defective
Joe to the world
The froth is come...


















In The Know How
12-14-19


Using my first place ribbon for a tree ornament
Yet not resting on yesterday's laurels
According to what it meant
The kingdom is at hand
O, will I repent
Or just go on doing my own thing
In time and resources borrowed and leant
For yours is the kingdom, power and glory
By another fifteen dollars on espresso well spent
I'm willing to seek out just about anything  now
There is a better Way to live
Than to learn from suffering
In staying with my wherewithal and know-how....










Peacable
12-19-14


My religious externalities
Do not alms to be seen of them
You have your reward in heaven
Come the red, yellow, blue and green of them
According to Solomon
The peacable and what it all can mean in them
O, is it all vanity
By the December nineteen of them
We don't need to run to the hills
We don't have need to seek out the plush of these frills
Yesterday's sorrows are as tomorrow's white lie
Sometimes we must where another moment in its glory dies....








Bringing It In
12-19-14


Two minutes till midnight
I will turn on my lovelight
The year of fifteen we bring in
Hoping for a world of white
Our faith grows dark
As the time draws near
she says that all I know is to live in fear
By the multitude of councellors there is safety
As I choose just what I want to hear
O, lay up treasures in heaven
Where thieves don't break in to steal
I own nothing of such value or merit
In the way now that I feel
Two minutes to midnight
All joy in this is real...








Seeking The Cure For Care
12-19-14


Putting into practice saying Merry Christmas
And happy fucking holidays
Excuse not my Egyptian
Come my victory dance by which I rock on
By the secret in the blood
That wants you to stand and stare
Such is not enough
Where we seek the cure for care
Putting into practice
The spreading on the Christmas cheer
She doesn't know me
she says that I still live in fear
Judge not that you be not judged
Wherever you are no matter how far
Worry not about next week
And continue in all you want to yet seek....













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