draggletails

Draggletails
7-2-15


This fate is your own
To wait till seven to play my music
Of hell and heaven
Fresh batch of Forldeirs
For my inward soldiers
For Sopater and Bered
For Mount Zion and Assyria
Sipping wine from goblets gold
A time of valor where it never gets old
To strive to tell right from wrong
To write this here new song
For our God today I tag along
For Gaius and Derbe and Timotheus
Of Asia each face returns the mask it wore
Here we abide three months
That slap the pains for draggletails
God's love never fails....










Vatic
7-2-15


There are many lights in the upper chamber
A poem inspired by my favorite epic classic
Vatical and oracular either contributing eggs or all in
I keep the television off and rise to face the music
Many lights where they are gathered together
Satan is at his same old tricks
Nothing new upon the first day of the week
Lay it in stone this much I lack
Just as wicked as the whore
It's good to feel you again
Ready to depart on the morrow
Knowing God's love
Where our joy meets our sorrow
Together we break bread....








Huddled
7-2-15


Highly polished
Convex-cut and unfaceted
Is our gem that gleams
With a spoonful of miracle in hungry dreams
We will keep you snug and warm with flavored creams
Vatical and oracular
I must reiterate
Huddled and crowded together
I ought to slow down so I can write more neatly
Bang, bang
Clad in sarcenet
The sun is up and she is beautiful to me
To arrange, do or make in haste
These days more involved
O, don't let it go to waste
Huddled....








Mixtec
7-2-15


Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth
Taking a class on the mixtec
For the state of the great Spirit
Overthrown by the Aztecs
Mesoamerican in pre-Colombian times
One can always refuse treatment
Where he brings down the fire from the skies
Inhabited by the Mayan and Olmec
I acknowledge them in that they have made an impact upon us
Clad in sarcenet falling again into deep sleep
This evening to dream up newfound inspiration
And today to make it work for me and you.....










Staple
7-2-15


There sat in the window a certain young man named Eutychus
Falling from the third loft
I know it's going to work out fine
By the climax of the epic classic of my Stoner days
Trouble not yourselves
For his life is in him
Breaking bread and eating well
Back from the dead
in being one to see heaven and hell
This morning I give rest to my Dell
Staple, principle and main
In hopes that this has not been written in vain
Not a little comforted and much consoled
You rearrange me till I'm sane....