Tuesday, August 4, 2015

commiseration

Commiseration
7-2-15


Proof is the bottom line for everyone
Yet to commiserate and sympathize
With those going through the same things as you do
Faith is an island in the setting sun
For I have not hesitated to declare it
Today I sow my seeds and take my chances
Today I meet their needs and hold those doors
Doing victory dances
Further to fly
We ask, O why!
A pickpocket brushes your thigh
For I am pure from the blood of all men
And now behold I know that you all among us
Want more of it
And therefore are named among the blessed....


















Charge To Elders
7-2-15


It was and is another good one just because
The fizz of a brother and a cedar wood one
For I have not shunned or hesitated
To declare unto you his council
Wherefore I take you to record this day, its events
And so I will never get bored
By the way in the pitching of our tents
Take heed to all the flock and see to the need
In rolling away the rock
Over the which the Holy Ghost has made you overseers
To feed the church which we purchased with his own blood
As one to step out to the designated area
To be inspired to come back and chew the cud...










Sparing The Flock
7-2-15


And I know this after my departing
I won't blow this in territory yet to be charting
Like a stone I throw this
Like arrows yet to be darting
Shall grievous wolves enter in among you
Sparing the flock
To but yet raise the roof and roll away the rock
Also of your own selves
Shall one arise as one to grow in craft and style
And get street and pen wise
Therefore watch and remember
That by the space of three years
I cease not to want
Everyone might and pay with tears
And I know this....










Bench Wet
7-3-15


I had a dream that I won four grand
And I didn't want to tell anybody
Where luck and love go hand in hand
Loving to sing in my falsetto
By Paul's charge to our elders
The bench was wet
My first companion of the day
God forgive me
A get my view of our full moon
Also of your own selves shall men arise
Making minions, making millions
For the cause of windfall
For I know that this
After my departing
Shall grievous wolves enter in and howl
At such a moon and I am up and at it
Not too late, not too soon...










Milksop
7-3-15


Therefore watch and cry out to God to be quickened
Out on the road where there few fall by the wayside
Therefore watch and remember what we will do about it
Come December that by a space of three years
I will write yet reams and analyze my dreams
Don't want to be the milksop
Lacking qualities
Deemed mainly for my cash crop
Looking for Laius the king of the Thebes
Killed by his own son
What do you want from me
I coveted no man's silver or gold or apparel....









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