Sunday, July 12, 2015

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Lapse
5-11-15


You can get away and lapse into apostasy
But you can always come back to it
You can walk away for a little while
And gain again the things you lack
We return again into bondage
It is our nature
Going back into golden calf theology
Allow not liberty to become a stumbling block
Rebellion so is as the sin of sortilege
And we are all guilty of it
For object lessons and their ensamples
To avoid making the same mistakes
And the purpose of history
Written for our admonition
Where idols go to the holes of the rocks...




































Good Work
5-11-15


Had another crazy dream
Of cat excrement all over my hallway floor
To wake up to find that life really isn't so bad after all
All things happen for our example
Written for our admonition
For this I thank my God
Not to do what they did
Implying a warning  and its direction
Like sweet smelling incense
Of our prayers that go up
And a problem of pride
Let him that think he stands
Take heed lest he fall
Quote the Scriptures
Keep the guessing
We are blessed today to be a blessing
And to straighten you out is a full time job
Good work....










Reset Button
5-11-15


Reset button
With my miscellaneous cassettes
I feed my Frankinstein tonight
And he is happy with me
I straighten me out
A full time job with good pay
In the form of the wisdom that follows
I party on this weekend
Instead of the next
As I take notes on my NU text
The proud were unteachable
Those lifted up are as those with a brass brow
The dangerous place is in presumptions
Sometimes it makes you want to do it even more
Meet my libido and the fruit of the earth will be excellent and appealing
Reset button, I give rock another chance....










Pilot
5-11-15


You're the driver
So my inner guru whispers
O, my people
Those that lead you cause you to succeed
It's alright
Stay hungry for the pendants
For the bracelets for the veils and fore and aft masses and sails
For perfume boxes, for charms and rings
For the slyness and the stealth of foxes
And the rain that God brings
Instead of well set hair a baldness
This time I let it grow out
According to the preference
Rock on, me, my own main man
For God who is in control of it all
In that day the Branch of the Lord shall be beautiful and glorious
You're the driver that flies, you're the pilot...










Not Out, Through
5-11-15


O, not out
But O, go through
Lean not unto thine own understanding
For pens of black and blue
Just trust Him
He is sovereign
He will take care of you
There is no temptation stronger
Than our spiritual resources
Set in place to test and try and prove
Providing a way to escape
Be honest and say Lord I need your help
For coral, for seaweed and kelp
And the promise of his faithfulness
Just is as it is
For tomorrow's foam, froth and fizz
Just trust him
He is sovereign
I made it here by the grace of God
Halelujiah...


















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