bivouacked

Bivouacked
6-21-15


Say a sword, a sword is sharpened
And also furbished
To make sore slaughter
Where one fights for his water
In that it may glitter for the glory  of our daughter
To contemn the rod of my son as every tree
To look upon it
Until I can no longer see
To walk by faith and not by sight
To set it aside for the rest of the night
For ones thumbscrew
In me and in you
Bivouacked in order to be true....










Sword Doubled
6-22-15


And all that is within me
Bless his holy name
Waking up with Foldiers in my cup
As one glad and proud to play the game
Up at four
I want more
Because it is my trial
And what if the sword did contemn
And even the rod
Waking up at four
For the cause of the son of God
It's going to be another prolific one
Prophesy and smite thine hands together
Let the sword be doubled a third time
The sword of the great
And in this there is nothing to hate










Serum In My Pleura
6-21-15


The sword is sharpened and furbished
To give it into the hand of the slayer
Stop here for awhile and rest till daybreak
O, appoint thee two ways
To come both twain and one land
And to not even try to understand
Go thee one way or the other
On the right or the left
Withsoever thou face is set
Serum in my pleura of a watery nature
It's time I kick the habit
And to appoint the way...










Furbished
6-22-15


I lie awake like a sparrow alone on the housetop
O, for heaven's sake
Do I plunder their cash crop
Standing at the parting of the way
Lost for words having nothing more to say
Making ones arrows light
Consulting him with images thus saith the Lord
Remove the diadem
Exalt him who is low
Abase him who is high
The sword is drawn
I went back to sleep and I missed the light of dawn
The slaughter is furbished
To consume because of the sword and its glittering
Sometimes we need part ways
Just for a little while..










Tumid
6-22-15


To hear the groaning of the prisoner
To release those appointed to death
I would have waited forever
My echelon of troops
It's now or never
Where individually and elements are arranged in parallel lines
I will overturn it
It is our nature to want signs
Turgid, pompous and flatulent
Where I tasted all of the sweet wines
swollen and distended
This will blow over and we will reconcile
Inflated and tumid
Today is going to be hot and humid...