duodecimal

Duodecimal
8-6-15


Duodecimal
Based on the number twelve
Duodecimo sheets
For printing up another thick stack
Ten minutes and I'll be out of here
All day coffee and no need for a beer
As the lights are turning grey in my color blindness
Being now justified by his blood
I am on fire today for the Spirit that quickens me
We shall be saved from wrath through him
Today is better than yesterday as due him
As God commends his love toward us
In that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us
Down by the sluggish stream
Maneuvering through the lowlands
Spending my life inside the house of blues
O, get the good news...








On The Right Track
8-6-15


One more composition
Before I head out the door
Carrying a heavy knapsack
My books are as my whore
According to my Twelvemo
As well as the books of the minor prophets
In Hebrew Scriptures
Yet tenable and rationally defensible
Of our outpost that we cherish the most
Capable of being held against the assault
You are the light, yeah you are the salt
A chance for love
Ships by time
To head on out
In hopes to catch my trout
On the right track I was right on the money
To bless even the harridan
To love your enemies and take it like a man
And declare it in the isles afar off
All is well with my soul...








Tin Can
8-7-15


My big brother is back in town
I wake with sore fingers
Only in you I'm complete
The curiosity of my cat
Lingers where I can't find my feet
Another tin can makes his way home
And soon I am one to go out to roam
And not only so
But we also joy in our God through our Lord Jesus
And whom we now receive atonement
Exalt the dark in that he makes you stronger
I want to give it to you
Having my fresh batch
And if when we were yet enemies
We are reconciled
I miss my Gloria
She's in a better place
Now as we shall be saved by his life
Our naval destroyer
And our landline creator....










No Offense
8-7-15


Playing old school U2 cassettes
Like it's coming back in style
I want to stay up when I wake up
And I get up to refill again my cup
Wherefore as by one man sin entered into the world
And death by sin
Am I making any sense to anyone
Or am I just rambling
And so death passed upon all men
I pour my mud into the sink
To pour a fresh cup
So I can clearly think
On another weekend and a beautiful sunrise
Nevertheless death reigned from Adam to Moses
So I step out again to stop to smell the roses
But not as the offense
As it all starts to make perfect sense....