Morion
9-4-15
How that in great trial of affliction
So is the weight and burden of such an addiction
Come the abundance of joy in deep poverty
Abounded unto the riches of their liberality
Even when you are without love
For emptiness, the place you are in for to their power
I bear record
Yeah, and beyond the power
They were willing of themselves
Lonely without you baby
Yes, she reaches out her hands to the needy
Let her own works praise her in the gates
Where wisdom cries without...
Every Hour Is Sacred
9-4-15
Gambling in the dark
Waging much a little bit too late
He threw an eight
They give of their own accord
And I'm jonsing to step out again
Praying for us with much entreaty
That we would receive this gift
And take upon us the fellowship
Of the ministering of the saints
Her children rise up and call her blessed
Many daughters have done well
But you excel them all
Go, Stagger Lee
See that ye abound in this grace
Also this we do not as you hope
But to give ourselves away....
Beauty Is Passing
9-4-15
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing
Stand up for love
We abound in everything
In faith, utterance and knowledge
Awkward interaction down at the bench
But God knows all in diligence
And through your love to us
Thankful to step back in where it's cool
Call no man master
Call no man fool
See that ye abound in this grace also
We can never be the same again
Speak not by commandment but by occasion of forwardness
To prove sincerity in tact
This we do but not as we hope
Sometimes all I can do is cope
It's time I shake the dust and move on
Just as I must, I needed you
But never let it show
Her children rise up and call her blessed....
Ready Again
9-4-15
In such an argument
It was a no win situation
So I walk away and shake the dust
Forward willing yet froward perverse
There was not a lot I could say
It seemed to me like a curse
For you know his grace that through he is rich
And for our sakes became poor
Gone and lost in Hollywood
I give this advice expedient
For you to think for yourself
And just walk away and shake off the dust
Not only to do but to be forward a year ago
We ask did Jesus use currency
And a hundred other foolish inquiries
It starts the day you came and ends the day you leave
That there is a readiness to will
The story is still the truth...
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
my choice
My Choice
10-8-12
In the face of what might seem a breeze
In the storm I choose the faith
Like a tree that bends in the wind
On this day I esteem as beautiful even in its gloom
And after dark it will not matter
Giving myself a temporary tattoo
On the index finger of my left hand
To but prove that God is faithful in my life today
In the face of what might seem as contrary
Choosing the joy of God
To be real in all consolation....
On Isaiah 32:6
10-8-12
Causing the drink of the thirsty to fail
It is still called success
In that it is real upon the tongue
Of he whom claims to be parched
Where I say my prayers for all whom are at work
Outside my door wishing them well on their way
Causing the drink of the bountiful to succeed
Hoping that this prayer today will fill the need...
I Did It
10-8-12
I am dead but quite alive
And my life is hid with Christ
Such an oxymoron is stated to prove that indeed I am real
And I can say in all truth to have the victory in life
Today with knotgrass and buckwheat
Knowing this good success
Choosing the concision
Yet counting this page to be complete....
Favorite Caption
10-8-12
So reads today's favorite caption
That peace is the work of righteousness
In that I lower my volume
To soon turn on the evening news
Hoping for this love, peace and joy to be my choice
Rejoicing even in the struggle
Of which only my God knows
Even better than I might know myself
Praying for the wisdom freely given of God
Even before I ask
Where peace is the work of righteousness...
10-8-12
In the face of what might seem a breeze
In the storm I choose the faith
Like a tree that bends in the wind
On this day I esteem as beautiful even in its gloom
And after dark it will not matter
Giving myself a temporary tattoo
On the index finger of my left hand
To but prove that God is faithful in my life today
In the face of what might seem as contrary
Choosing the joy of God
To be real in all consolation....
On Isaiah 32:6
10-8-12
Causing the drink of the thirsty to fail
It is still called success
In that it is real upon the tongue
Of he whom claims to be parched
Where I say my prayers for all whom are at work
Outside my door wishing them well on their way
Causing the drink of the bountiful to succeed
Hoping that this prayer today will fill the need...
I Did It
10-8-12
I am dead but quite alive
And my life is hid with Christ
Such an oxymoron is stated to prove that indeed I am real
And I can say in all truth to have the victory in life
Today with knotgrass and buckwheat
Knowing this good success
Choosing the concision
Yet counting this page to be complete....
Favorite Caption
10-8-12
So reads today's favorite caption
That peace is the work of righteousness
In that I lower my volume
To soon turn on the evening news
Hoping for this love, peace and joy to be my choice
Rejoicing even in the struggle
Of which only my God knows
Even better than I might know myself
Praying for the wisdom freely given of God
Even before I ask
Where peace is the work of righteousness...
tuft
Tuft
10-8-12
Clumps and tufts of trees
Yeah, I thank with my Jesus in great grace and gratitude
To make it possible For me to write these words of giving of thanks and praise
In any way I might know how
Claiming to rejoice according to this consciousness
Of such a thanks reminded to think this way
From audio aides of youtube
Made by God and for him
Along with clumps and tufts of trees
Claiming to be as a worm and no man
Choosing to be humble.....
Same Measure
10-8-12
This poet's pen is the same measure
Regardless of what end I set the cap upon
Still seeking the truth
Even in being the scholar of peace and love
Over these twelve years
Where I still haven't found what I'm looking for
In my repetitious endeavors to yet seek
As such a desire gives me the reason to not give in too soon
Whether liberal or conservative
I am set in mind not to divide it into two
As so my pen is the same measure....
Snake As The Eagle
10-8-12
In worming and insinuation
I am of perfection yet still in my flaws
In how I seek it out
Being just a man
Yet knowing the tittle of one who sits on top of this corporate ladder
Loving even those whom I suppose might mean me harm
In worming and insinuation
Humbling myself so that I can later on be exalted
As the snake and therefore as the eagle
Rising up to yet cry out with praise
In choosing this joy with love....
Free Concert On A Beautiful Day
10-8-12
Being as the sick yet whole
In a day of gloom yet counted as beautiful
Playing a free concert performed in business in being a citizen today
Of the kingdom of all we can ever come to know
Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel
By my free choice as a fellow citizen
And not just the heir and not only the servant
Living today the simple life of music and scripture
That keeps me in being as the sick yet whole on this beautiful day....
10-8-12
Clumps and tufts of trees
Yeah, I thank with my Jesus in great grace and gratitude
To make it possible For me to write these words of giving of thanks and praise
In any way I might know how
Claiming to rejoice according to this consciousness
Of such a thanks reminded to think this way
From audio aides of youtube
Made by God and for him
Along with clumps and tufts of trees
Claiming to be as a worm and no man
Choosing to be humble.....
Same Measure
10-8-12
This poet's pen is the same measure
Regardless of what end I set the cap upon
Still seeking the truth
Even in being the scholar of peace and love
Over these twelve years
Where I still haven't found what I'm looking for
In my repetitious endeavors to yet seek
As such a desire gives me the reason to not give in too soon
Whether liberal or conservative
I am set in mind not to divide it into two
As so my pen is the same measure....
Snake As The Eagle
10-8-12
In worming and insinuation
I am of perfection yet still in my flaws
In how I seek it out
Being just a man
Yet knowing the tittle of one who sits on top of this corporate ladder
Loving even those whom I suppose might mean me harm
In worming and insinuation
Humbling myself so that I can later on be exalted
As the snake and therefore as the eagle
Rising up to yet cry out with praise
In choosing this joy with love....
Free Concert On A Beautiful Day
10-8-12
Being as the sick yet whole
In a day of gloom yet counted as beautiful
Playing a free concert performed in business in being a citizen today
Of the kingdom of all we can ever come to know
Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel
By my free choice as a fellow citizen
And not just the heir and not only the servant
Living today the simple life of music and scripture
That keeps me in being as the sick yet whole on this beautiful day....
brother
Brother
10-8-12
James was a bondservant
Yet counted as a brother
In that these ten commandments hang upon the top two
That tell us to love one another
I write this poem to yet state the things that the crowd does not say too often
As James was the bondservant
Yet counted as a close friend
In that the poor today are rich
Where we can know that we are
And no longer need pretend....
My Argosy
10-8-12
Upon my argosy in my fleet
I pray for those that are out on the street
Drifting with the current on a sea of trade
Upon my argosy by God and for him yet made
Thanking my God in all things
Here and now upon my argosy
Simply stated as a merchant ship of a fleet humble
And therefore yet to be exalted at two in the afternoon
When it may just as well be the middle of the night
In that I thank my God even in such a gloom I count as beautiful
Where the fowls of the air gather in a tree adjacent....
My Famine
10-8-12
My famine is feminine
In that I have not known a wife
Supposing it to be part of God's plan
So that I might have the time to seek out what is his
And call it mine
Being as a younger brother
To the King of the Jews
Yet exalted above all that we can touch and see
My famine so is frivolous
In that I lack nothing of the sort today....
On Isaiah 31:5
10-8-12
As birds that fly overhead
It is God that saves me today
Where a man does not live on bread alone
But by every word of God
Of this big mouth called the bible
That I will be safe when I draw nearer
To him in times of this overcast afternoon
Waiting all day for night to come
Saying another blessing for my neighbors
Forgiving all of them willingly
For their reverberating base riffs in the parking lot
As birds that fly overhead today
The Lord doth save me....
My Smoke And Joe
10-8-12
Every generation has their chance to change the world
In that we all quote each other
In reciprocation as a whole
In the unity that ought to be
In our hearts of the love straight from the source
Knowing grace today in that I practice believing without wavering
Knowing the diet of champions to be my smoke and Joe
Given the grace of God to yet think
Being as an action more eminent
Even to those that really know....
10-8-12
James was a bondservant
Yet counted as a brother
In that these ten commandments hang upon the top two
That tell us to love one another
I write this poem to yet state the things that the crowd does not say too often
As James was the bondservant
Yet counted as a close friend
In that the poor today are rich
Where we can know that we are
And no longer need pretend....
My Argosy
10-8-12
Upon my argosy in my fleet
I pray for those that are out on the street
Drifting with the current on a sea of trade
Upon my argosy by God and for him yet made
Thanking my God in all things
Here and now upon my argosy
Simply stated as a merchant ship of a fleet humble
And therefore yet to be exalted at two in the afternoon
When it may just as well be the middle of the night
In that I thank my God even in such a gloom I count as beautiful
Where the fowls of the air gather in a tree adjacent....
My Famine
10-8-12
My famine is feminine
In that I have not known a wife
Supposing it to be part of God's plan
So that I might have the time to seek out what is his
And call it mine
Being as a younger brother
To the King of the Jews
Yet exalted above all that we can touch and see
My famine so is frivolous
In that I lack nothing of the sort today....
On Isaiah 31:5
10-8-12
As birds that fly overhead
It is God that saves me today
Where a man does not live on bread alone
But by every word of God
Of this big mouth called the bible
That I will be safe when I draw nearer
To him in times of this overcast afternoon
Waiting all day for night to come
Saying another blessing for my neighbors
Forgiving all of them willingly
For their reverberating base riffs in the parking lot
As birds that fly overhead today
The Lord doth save me....
My Smoke And Joe
10-8-12
Every generation has their chance to change the world
In that we all quote each other
In reciprocation as a whole
In the unity that ought to be
In our hearts of the love straight from the source
Knowing grace today in that I practice believing without wavering
Knowing the diet of champions to be my smoke and Joe
Given the grace of God to yet think
Being as an action more eminent
Even to those that really know....
recovery
Recovery
10-8-12
Recovery is synonymous to our healing
Where reasoning is combined with our feeling inspired by another saving cut
Learning to live with my pattern and indigenous rut
Using another pen I bought at the dollar general store
Thankful for what I have and indeed I am given more
Where recovery is synonymous to healing....
My Pompadour
10-8-12
The hue of my pompadour
Reigns in the magnitude of my favorite stars
As I lean upon the pillar of grace
That is never exhausted by these dark areas of time and space
Where the light is always made manifest
In all that I can see in the miracle of just this hue of pompadour
On the west horizon to signify stormy weather sometime tomorrow....
Auriga And Capella
10-8-12
My charioteers assume their position
In my clear night sky
With Auriga and Capella of its first magnitude in eminence
And to write of this I purpose my gesture or reverence
In awe of a weal
That I choose for these charioteers
That serve as the sign for shepherds
To make their way to my manger
As love will be bestowed
Even upon the stranger....
Washed Clean
10-8-12
I would like to attempt
To write about how the blood of Christ
Cleanses one's consciousness of sin
O, how would it be like to wake up one day
And not remember where we went wrong
O, will the poet write his new masterpiece
And esteem such a composition as his spiritual song
When the veil so is rent in the midst and is washed clean and pure
As I watch the Romney speech on mute
Missing the action from the class of eastern philosophy
That I know enough about not to be one to attend
In that I can be just me
With no need to pretend....
On Hebrews 13:18 (check this out)
10-8-12
Pray for us so again is stated in verse eighteen
Where God is the same yesterday, today and forever
I pray for them whom are at work today
And this is something
Being today's only sacred endeavor
Pray for us so was the command I take upon me today
For a refuge in a storm of a dry yet driving rain
Where coldness makes her way to my expanse
I pray for them as such an intercession
Will be to me my song and dance....
My Simple Ode
10-8-12
Argotic and eclectic
Are the tastes of one who has been there
I claim to be among these
Where I take my humble position at my poetry seat
Of my southeast corner
Where miracles are wrought in argotic and eclectic perspectives
On a day of fasting for my Jesus and his love and grace everlasting
This is my simple ode of devotion....
Old Deal New
10-8-12
Three for a dollar
Was my deal from a stray cat
To whom I wish prosperity in my tuna fish
A dollar a day to make come true my every wish
And if such a story has its happy ending
Then tonight I will turn off my light and rest assured
That Jesus loves me as if I were his only
Calling this day beautiful even if such is overcast and gray
Three for a dollar still is the deal
And a dollar a day earned for this faithfulness....
I'm A Winner
10-8-12
There remains a succinct observation
About the relationship between faith and practice
When I have hope to do the things I read
And not only hear it
Written down between the pages
In lines of faithful ink
Hearing a bird song through my window
Beginning to read the book of James
Dealing with the topics of prejudice and healing
As such recovery will be more than just a feeling
In such a succinct observation
Made in the day of the scholar
Both idle and diligent
And both poor and rich
The loser and therefore the winner....
10-8-12
Recovery is synonymous to our healing
Where reasoning is combined with our feeling inspired by another saving cut
Learning to live with my pattern and indigenous rut
Using another pen I bought at the dollar general store
Thankful for what I have and indeed I am given more
Where recovery is synonymous to healing....
My Pompadour
10-8-12
The hue of my pompadour
Reigns in the magnitude of my favorite stars
As I lean upon the pillar of grace
That is never exhausted by these dark areas of time and space
Where the light is always made manifest
In all that I can see in the miracle of just this hue of pompadour
On the west horizon to signify stormy weather sometime tomorrow....
Auriga And Capella
10-8-12
My charioteers assume their position
In my clear night sky
With Auriga and Capella of its first magnitude in eminence
And to write of this I purpose my gesture or reverence
In awe of a weal
That I choose for these charioteers
That serve as the sign for shepherds
To make their way to my manger
As love will be bestowed
Even upon the stranger....
Washed Clean
10-8-12
I would like to attempt
To write about how the blood of Christ
Cleanses one's consciousness of sin
O, how would it be like to wake up one day
And not remember where we went wrong
O, will the poet write his new masterpiece
And esteem such a composition as his spiritual song
When the veil so is rent in the midst and is washed clean and pure
As I watch the Romney speech on mute
Missing the action from the class of eastern philosophy
That I know enough about not to be one to attend
In that I can be just me
With no need to pretend....
On Hebrews 13:18 (check this out)
10-8-12
Pray for us so again is stated in verse eighteen
Where God is the same yesterday, today and forever
I pray for them whom are at work today
And this is something
Being today's only sacred endeavor
Pray for us so was the command I take upon me today
For a refuge in a storm of a dry yet driving rain
Where coldness makes her way to my expanse
I pray for them as such an intercession
Will be to me my song and dance....
My Simple Ode
10-8-12
Argotic and eclectic
Are the tastes of one who has been there
I claim to be among these
Where I take my humble position at my poetry seat
Of my southeast corner
Where miracles are wrought in argotic and eclectic perspectives
On a day of fasting for my Jesus and his love and grace everlasting
This is my simple ode of devotion....
Old Deal New
10-8-12
Three for a dollar
Was my deal from a stray cat
To whom I wish prosperity in my tuna fish
A dollar a day to make come true my every wish
And if such a story has its happy ending
Then tonight I will turn off my light and rest assured
That Jesus loves me as if I were his only
Calling this day beautiful even if such is overcast and gray
Three for a dollar still is the deal
And a dollar a day earned for this faithfulness....
I'm A Winner
10-8-12
There remains a succinct observation
About the relationship between faith and practice
When I have hope to do the things I read
And not only hear it
Written down between the pages
In lines of faithful ink
Hearing a bird song through my window
Beginning to read the book of James
Dealing with the topics of prejudice and healing
As such recovery will be more than just a feeling
In such a succinct observation
Made in the day of the scholar
Both idle and diligent
And both poor and rich
The loser and therefore the winner....
Friday, September 25, 2015
knick
Knick
10-6-12
Practicing the art of thankfulness for God's grace
In looking upon things seen
Regarding a brother I keep in heart and mind
Learning how to rejoice as if I were at the foot of the Messiah
Cutting myself with a clean shave for Bono himself
Knowing that the whole law hangs on love
By which we know pride
Practicing the art of acceptance for time gone by
In holding a gauss to my chin
Catching drops of blood on a Jewish Sabbath
Of the opposite day on the calendar of such illusion
Of our October fest without the flask....
Realist
10-7-12
Jesus was said to be a realist
Saying that we cannot undo the past
Where immodesty is not just for the youth
In that we want to make our integrity and fidelity last
And before you do wrong you'll think amiss
When fear ought not be the motivator of doing what is right
This is what I get out of the sermon
In that Jesus was the realist....
Twenty More
10-7-12
Twenty more soldiers for my poetic army
Firing their ammunition
Of black and blue ink
Knowing newfound success
In the filth made clean in my kitchen sink
Knowing not what to do for my contingencies in money spent
Yet I count my blessings that paid in full is my rent
Knowing not what to say
In this literary deficiency as the undertaking
To be carried out by these twenty soldiers
Added to my poetic army...
Sermon Of Hello
10-8-12
In saying hello with a smile
Is preaching a sermon
To lift up a stranger passing by
As to say that it's a beautiful day would not be telling a lie
Testing out a new pen glad in that it does not smear
Saying here what needs to be laid out on the table
In my contribution of testimony
As I say hello with a smile
To preach a sermon of the hospitality at hand.....
Planting Grass
10-8-12
Being one to rather plant grass than to pull weeds
Wanting to practice my love in any way I see fit
Wanting to serve in any way I am able
Even when all I have today is my cigarettes and my cable
Being one to rather turn on a light than to curse the dark
Being one to be the miracle
In reaching out to new faces
With initiation on my part
Even when it is all I know to say...
10-6-12
Practicing the art of thankfulness for God's grace
In looking upon things seen
Regarding a brother I keep in heart and mind
Learning how to rejoice as if I were at the foot of the Messiah
Cutting myself with a clean shave for Bono himself
Knowing that the whole law hangs on love
By which we know pride
Practicing the art of acceptance for time gone by
In holding a gauss to my chin
Catching drops of blood on a Jewish Sabbath
Of the opposite day on the calendar of such illusion
Of our October fest without the flask....
Realist
10-7-12
Jesus was said to be a realist
Saying that we cannot undo the past
Where immodesty is not just for the youth
In that we want to make our integrity and fidelity last
And before you do wrong you'll think amiss
When fear ought not be the motivator of doing what is right
This is what I get out of the sermon
In that Jesus was the realist....
Twenty More
10-7-12
Twenty more soldiers for my poetic army
Firing their ammunition
Of black and blue ink
Knowing newfound success
In the filth made clean in my kitchen sink
Knowing not what to do for my contingencies in money spent
Yet I count my blessings that paid in full is my rent
Knowing not what to say
In this literary deficiency as the undertaking
To be carried out by these twenty soldiers
Added to my poetic army...
Sermon Of Hello
10-8-12
In saying hello with a smile
Is preaching a sermon
To lift up a stranger passing by
As to say that it's a beautiful day would not be telling a lie
Testing out a new pen glad in that it does not smear
Saying here what needs to be laid out on the table
In my contribution of testimony
As I say hello with a smile
To preach a sermon of the hospitality at hand.....
Planting Grass
10-8-12
Being one to rather plant grass than to pull weeds
Wanting to practice my love in any way I see fit
Wanting to serve in any way I am able
Even when all I have today is my cigarettes and my cable
Being one to rather turn on a light than to curse the dark
Being one to be the miracle
In reaching out to new faces
With initiation on my part
Even when it is all I know to say...
solidify
Solidify
1-7-12
Yet to solidify and grow
To put into action
The things we come to know
In a loving grasp of ones left fist
Where of this new truth we get our gist
Yet to be molded into a new shape
Yet to glean another fallen grape
For fruit is left for the poor
Free to be claimed by those who seem to be without
Yet to solidify as love does dissolve our fears and doubt...
Good Sound
1-7-12
Thankfulness is not obvious in ones countenance
As a subtle quality of the heart of he whom wants to shine
Where such is our true wealth exceeding all gold, livestock and wine
And soon I will be there in a lofty place of reverence of the beauty that lingers
Where I turn off my lights in the presence of a good sound
Of the music that goes on and on
Like ripples we can see when we come to believe....
My Academic Visions
1-7-12
We no longer need to carry the anvil of iniquity
Through the hallways of a school of learning
I dream about every night
Where I sometimes struggle
In the gathering of all my books into my arms
As I step off the bus at my usual stop
Where it all went down back in '86
Where I tasted of a cursed thing
That I suppose was in God's plan
To bring me to this....
On Psalms 103:5
1-7-12
He satisfies my mouth with better things
So that my youth is renewed
Like the eagle in flight
Where I am glad now that I see new light take form
In the milder winter night
Where I claim a wild card from the top of the stack
In a game where I play and pray
As if there is no going back
This is my ministry
And it is time to shine...
1-7-12
Yet to solidify and grow
To put into action
The things we come to know
In a loving grasp of ones left fist
Where of this new truth we get our gist
Yet to be molded into a new shape
Yet to glean another fallen grape
For fruit is left for the poor
Free to be claimed by those who seem to be without
Yet to solidify as love does dissolve our fears and doubt...
Good Sound
1-7-12
Thankfulness is not obvious in ones countenance
As a subtle quality of the heart of he whom wants to shine
Where such is our true wealth exceeding all gold, livestock and wine
And soon I will be there in a lofty place of reverence of the beauty that lingers
Where I turn off my lights in the presence of a good sound
Of the music that goes on and on
Like ripples we can see when we come to believe....
My Academic Visions
1-7-12
We no longer need to carry the anvil of iniquity
Through the hallways of a school of learning
I dream about every night
Where I sometimes struggle
In the gathering of all my books into my arms
As I step off the bus at my usual stop
Where it all went down back in '86
Where I tasted of a cursed thing
That I suppose was in God's plan
To bring me to this....
On Psalms 103:5
1-7-12
He satisfies my mouth with better things
So that my youth is renewed
Like the eagle in flight
Where I am glad now that I see new light take form
In the milder winter night
Where I claim a wild card from the top of the stack
In a game where I play and pray
As if there is no going back
This is my ministry
And it is time to shine...
ambassadors
Ambassadors
1-6-12
We are ambassadors for the dispensation of the grace
We are freely given
When to busy intersections of commerce
We are yet to be driven
Seeing the opportunity in every difficulty
Choosing to think of trouble as our companion
In that it makes us stronger
Refining us in our walk in a better direction
Where we will be worthy of this calling and election
To do our work in the field where many find their way to a higher ground....
Walk
1-6-12
Going for a walk
To see places I've never been to before
Accustomed to the least in this obedience
By way of the faith I am yet to attain
Where none of such experience tasted here will be in vain
And sometimes I seem to be overwhelmed by all that I've been blessed with
In all of my endeavors to seek out the knowledge
Put to use to edify and exhort
Where I haven't seen quite yet anything of this sort
So I go for a walk tomorrow in the sun
To get in touch with Jesus
So I can be again as One....
Seventh
1-7-12
Today was a test of my faith
To stretch my spiritual muscle
Of the love I hope to put into practice
On this January Seven
As the number of perfection
Where I am steered in another direction
Today was a stretching of a rubber band that did not break
Where I delve into the depths of a fresh water lake
To seek the salmon of my salvation
That on this night I celebrate....
Seeking Bread
1-7-12
As a wise man wins friends
Many will be drawn by the waters of wells that are pure
As we remain humble on our pedestal
When we are exalted the more
And I seek only bread not expecting the miracle
In knowing Jesus a little bit more now
That I have tasted that such waters are indeed sweet
Told to no longer labor for such meat....
Of Things Not Seen
1-7-12
We cannot see the wind blow today
We can only witness its results
As God will resist the proud
And the man of low degree he exalts
Where I seek a dream tonight
Where I'll do the right thing
In the subconscious eyes of a faith being tried
Where the lake is as deep as it is wide
And the sugar helps us today to swallow our pride
As the medicine goes down with a love that has been tried....
Small Things Count
1-7-12
Poker games on the sports channel
Serves as an illustration
For us not to put our trust
In such kinds of riches
To see that in this every time we lose
In a game that goes on and on
In our wrestling match with our covetousness
Where poetry and prayer will be as my ministry
In that it is miniscule in its operation
Like holding a door for a lady with an armful of groceries
It is something and it counts....
1-6-12
We are ambassadors for the dispensation of the grace
We are freely given
When to busy intersections of commerce
We are yet to be driven
Seeing the opportunity in every difficulty
Choosing to think of trouble as our companion
In that it makes us stronger
Refining us in our walk in a better direction
Where we will be worthy of this calling and election
To do our work in the field where many find their way to a higher ground....
Walk
1-6-12
Going for a walk
To see places I've never been to before
Accustomed to the least in this obedience
By way of the faith I am yet to attain
Where none of such experience tasted here will be in vain
And sometimes I seem to be overwhelmed by all that I've been blessed with
In all of my endeavors to seek out the knowledge
Put to use to edify and exhort
Where I haven't seen quite yet anything of this sort
So I go for a walk tomorrow in the sun
To get in touch with Jesus
So I can be again as One....
Seventh
1-7-12
Today was a test of my faith
To stretch my spiritual muscle
Of the love I hope to put into practice
On this January Seven
As the number of perfection
Where I am steered in another direction
Today was a stretching of a rubber band that did not break
Where I delve into the depths of a fresh water lake
To seek the salmon of my salvation
That on this night I celebrate....
Seeking Bread
1-7-12
As a wise man wins friends
Many will be drawn by the waters of wells that are pure
As we remain humble on our pedestal
When we are exalted the more
And I seek only bread not expecting the miracle
In knowing Jesus a little bit more now
That I have tasted that such waters are indeed sweet
Told to no longer labor for such meat....
Of Things Not Seen
1-7-12
We cannot see the wind blow today
We can only witness its results
As God will resist the proud
And the man of low degree he exalts
Where I seek a dream tonight
Where I'll do the right thing
In the subconscious eyes of a faith being tried
Where the lake is as deep as it is wide
And the sugar helps us today to swallow our pride
As the medicine goes down with a love that has been tried....
Small Things Count
1-7-12
Poker games on the sports channel
Serves as an illustration
For us not to put our trust
In such kinds of riches
To see that in this every time we lose
In a game that goes on and on
In our wrestling match with our covetousness
Where poetry and prayer will be as my ministry
In that it is miniscule in its operation
Like holding a door for a lady with an armful of groceries
It is something and it counts....
sobriety
Sobriety
1-6-12
Sobriety is knowing who you are in God
Apart from the cessation of the wine of which I've been delivered from
Late last summer where I am given new strength and wisdom in experience
Where I am acquainted with things contrary
In the friction of this life to refine weak points
That remain as God does rearrange me till I'm more sane
In my sobriety coming up on the seventeenth month mark
Where so light is shined in the dark....
Stiffnecked
1-6-12
Yet stiffnecked in going my own way
In my carnal imperfections
In this I humble myself
In that I am not complete
Carried in this life to many other places
By my stinking feet
A member less comely of a higher esteem
Where witness will be a come true dream
As knowledge will be a ministry
To share what I have read
And miracles will be done
In all that is yet to be said
Yet stiffnecked
Yet this serves a purpose in example...
Turning Around
1-6-12
I do my one eighty and three sixty
In my ways of study
Putting aside comparative religion
To go back to the basics
So that I might simplify my understanding
To be true to the Word
With its power to bring me peace
In my knowing and imparting of all I've seen
And it is good to be here while I can
Where it's about the message and not just the man...
Got Milk
1-6-12
Wanting to put away a part of my flesh
That seems to have hindered my spiritual growth
For some time now coming back to what is before my eyes
And I have tasted that the milk of the word is good
Where I am wiser now in all that is understood
And I bless the day I was brought into the world
To speak the truth all along the way
Where now I know a new lifestyle
Of living for the light of day....
1-6-12
Sobriety is knowing who you are in God
Apart from the cessation of the wine of which I've been delivered from
Late last summer where I am given new strength and wisdom in experience
Where I am acquainted with things contrary
In the friction of this life to refine weak points
That remain as God does rearrange me till I'm more sane
In my sobriety coming up on the seventeenth month mark
Where so light is shined in the dark....
Stiffnecked
1-6-12
Yet stiffnecked in going my own way
In my carnal imperfections
In this I humble myself
In that I am not complete
Carried in this life to many other places
By my stinking feet
A member less comely of a higher esteem
Where witness will be a come true dream
As knowledge will be a ministry
To share what I have read
And miracles will be done
In all that is yet to be said
Yet stiffnecked
Yet this serves a purpose in example...
Turning Around
1-6-12
I do my one eighty and three sixty
In my ways of study
Putting aside comparative religion
To go back to the basics
So that I might simplify my understanding
To be true to the Word
With its power to bring me peace
In my knowing and imparting of all I've seen
And it is good to be here while I can
Where it's about the message and not just the man...
Got Milk
1-6-12
Wanting to put away a part of my flesh
That seems to have hindered my spiritual growth
For some time now coming back to what is before my eyes
And I have tasted that the milk of the word is good
Where I am wiser now in all that is understood
And I bless the day I was brought into the world
To speak the truth all along the way
Where now I know a new lifestyle
Of living for the light of day....
Thursday, September 24, 2015
quench
Quench
1-6-12
Rushing to the well to quench my thirst
Where the levee is no more dry
Given the sustenance to quench my parched nature
Of the flesh I'm still in bondage to
Given today what for so long
I seem to have been denied
Seeking redemption in making paths straight
Where I have erred and lied
And it is good to be with you again
In this place that for so long I have dwelled...
Enabled
1-6-12
Given the consciousness and vigilance
To be able to serve God in the answering of my phone and my door
Given the peace and consolation wherein my yesterday I have known
On all sides, war
Given the reward for a heart contrite
In making all that seems wrong as just and right
Slowing down the flow in the restraint of haste
Where today time is well spent in bible study
In that it won't go to waste
Given the ability and power that I no longer resist...
From Myself Delivered
1-6-12
There is purpose in interruptions
To the flow of the river
So that I might serve the purpose to make it
So that from myself God doth deliver
Choosing not to walk down the road that leads to the confusion
I have a need to be set free
From where it is good to reconcile
And justify the beating of my drum
To make some noise
So that I might proclaim
What is on the tip of my bolder tongue...
Soft Spot
1-6-12
God knows my soft spot
In things I ought not see in the night
That seem to bring the consolation
When it is finished
As peace is what I pray for
In storms of anticipation
Of things that have not come to pass
As a marvel over another digital image
Of a fair and fine lass
Still in bondage to this
Yet I know that God knows
And that's the way it goes...
1-6-12
Rushing to the well to quench my thirst
Where the levee is no more dry
Given the sustenance to quench my parched nature
Of the flesh I'm still in bondage to
Given today what for so long
I seem to have been denied
Seeking redemption in making paths straight
Where I have erred and lied
And it is good to be with you again
In this place that for so long I have dwelled...
Enabled
1-6-12
Given the consciousness and vigilance
To be able to serve God in the answering of my phone and my door
Given the peace and consolation wherein my yesterday I have known
On all sides, war
Given the reward for a heart contrite
In making all that seems wrong as just and right
Slowing down the flow in the restraint of haste
Where today time is well spent in bible study
In that it won't go to waste
Given the ability and power that I no longer resist...
From Myself Delivered
1-6-12
There is purpose in interruptions
To the flow of the river
So that I might serve the purpose to make it
So that from myself God doth deliver
Choosing not to walk down the road that leads to the confusion
I have a need to be set free
From where it is good to reconcile
And justify the beating of my drum
To make some noise
So that I might proclaim
What is on the tip of my bolder tongue...
Soft Spot
1-6-12
God knows my soft spot
In things I ought not see in the night
That seem to bring the consolation
When it is finished
As peace is what I pray for
In storms of anticipation
Of things that have not come to pass
As a marvel over another digital image
Of a fair and fine lass
Still in bondage to this
Yet I know that God knows
And that's the way it goes...
Sunday, September 20, 2015
anchor
Anchor
1-4-12
Conversation is the anchor to well being
On higher levels of understanding
The hues I am seeing where believing is positioned
In the heart out of which in abundance
The mouth will speak freely
Of words that we hope to use to the edifying
When we want to help our neighbor up
With a ready and willing hand
To know safety in compassion
Where purity produces the ability to stand...
First Plan of '12
1-4-12
I rejoice in the realization
That indeed I am here
Swimming in nonmaterial waters
Neither liquid or solid
Going home soon to put on the coffee
And to celebrate survival
And to log my joy I choose to see
That indeed I win even when I lose
And so I rejoice in that I have earned my wings
By which to hover over serenity
Given by way of faith and hope undeferred....
Arming Up
1-4-12
Somewhat convicted by my soft spot
Yet not afraid of the end of the world
Spoken of in the evangelism that now I seek out
To load up on ammunition
For my day to day battle with my flesh
Pleading to God to show me how not to live in fear
But to walk with him by the love he has given us all
God has mercy and grace to all that seek knowledge of the truth...
1-4-12
Conversation is the anchor to well being
On higher levels of understanding
The hues I am seeing where believing is positioned
In the heart out of which in abundance
The mouth will speak freely
Of words that we hope to use to the edifying
When we want to help our neighbor up
With a ready and willing hand
To know safety in compassion
Where purity produces the ability to stand...
First Plan of '12
1-4-12
I rejoice in the realization
That indeed I am here
Swimming in nonmaterial waters
Neither liquid or solid
Going home soon to put on the coffee
And to celebrate survival
And to log my joy I choose to see
That indeed I win even when I lose
And so I rejoice in that I have earned my wings
By which to hover over serenity
Given by way of faith and hope undeferred....
Arming Up
1-4-12
Somewhat convicted by my soft spot
Yet not afraid of the end of the world
Spoken of in the evangelism that now I seek out
To load up on ammunition
For my day to day battle with my flesh
Pleading to God to show me how not to live in fear
But to walk with him by the love he has given us all
God has mercy and grace to all that seek knowledge of the truth...
galaxy
Galaxy
9-4-15
she broke many hearts including mine
Everyone knows she was just that kind
Though I made you sorry I do not repent
My letter makes you sorry for a reason
There was so much left undone along the Way
Now I rejoice that ye receive damage and suffer loss by us in nothing
This today will be my passion of large and brilliant and impressive assemblage
And our galaxy with rounded evergreen leaves
I push down again my sleeves because it's cold in here
For her white flowers and spikes now I rejoice....
Seneschal
9-4-15
get it right
Take off in flight and fly into the night
For godly sorrow that works repentance
Spending my day with Neil Diamond
A Stoner just like me
Not to be repented of
As sorrow of the world worketh death
In all things be approved to be clear in the matter
Singing for junkies and juicers
Though I wrote to you
I do it not for his cause that doeth wrong
But that our care for you is made manifest in all utterance of the oracle
The good Lord loves you
Our seneschal of its dignitary of high rank and office
I wish I could tear down the walls that keep us apart....
What, My Son!
9-4-15
A lion which is mighty among beasts
Upon my palimpsest of my parchment
Making room for other text
Quite amateur in my ways of scribbling
The words on my heart to but impart
I call it improvisation by way of art
Not just another palindrome word, line or verse
We do you to wit of grace of God bestowed on the churches of Macedonia
What, my son of my womb
Open your mouth and judge righteously
If there is such a way
Or a road to be taken
A carrot offered as an incentive
For my pheretrain
Whomever she might be to me...
On Proverbs 31:19 (check it out)
9-4-15
I find peace and comfort
In that I am wanted
And no more carrion crows hover over this carcase
Where I find strength and satiety
And rise and start again
For the crest of both the saved and lost
God loves us all for only love to see us through
Come the Morion of smoky quartz
A crystal in my wallet
Where life itself seems more than what I can bear
I rise and start again for ones helmet
And flat or turned down brim
She still says that my hair needs a trim
She stretches out her hands to the distaff
And her hand holds the spindle
I couldn't leave her if I tried....
9-4-15
she broke many hearts including mine
Everyone knows she was just that kind
Though I made you sorry I do not repent
My letter makes you sorry for a reason
There was so much left undone along the Way
Now I rejoice that ye receive damage and suffer loss by us in nothing
This today will be my passion of large and brilliant and impressive assemblage
And our galaxy with rounded evergreen leaves
I push down again my sleeves because it's cold in here
For her white flowers and spikes now I rejoice....
Seneschal
9-4-15
get it right
Take off in flight and fly into the night
For godly sorrow that works repentance
Spending my day with Neil Diamond
A Stoner just like me
Not to be repented of
As sorrow of the world worketh death
In all things be approved to be clear in the matter
Singing for junkies and juicers
Though I wrote to you
I do it not for his cause that doeth wrong
But that our care for you is made manifest in all utterance of the oracle
The good Lord loves you
Our seneschal of its dignitary of high rank and office
I wish I could tear down the walls that keep us apart....
What, My Son!
9-4-15
A lion which is mighty among beasts
Upon my palimpsest of my parchment
Making room for other text
Quite amateur in my ways of scribbling
The words on my heart to but impart
I call it improvisation by way of art
Not just another palindrome word, line or verse
We do you to wit of grace of God bestowed on the churches of Macedonia
What, my son of my womb
Open your mouth and judge righteously
If there is such a way
Or a road to be taken
A carrot offered as an incentive
For my pheretrain
Whomever she might be to me...
On Proverbs 31:19 (check it out)
9-4-15
I find peace and comfort
In that I am wanted
And no more carrion crows hover over this carcase
Where I find strength and satiety
And rise and start again
For the crest of both the saved and lost
God loves us all for only love to see us through
Come the Morion of smoky quartz
A crystal in my wallet
Where life itself seems more than what I can bear
I rise and start again for ones helmet
And flat or turned down brim
She still says that my hair needs a trim
She stretches out her hands to the distaff
And her hand holds the spindle
I couldn't leave her if I tried....
appearance
Appearance
9-4-15
Dreaming of Hartford on the Connecticut
A river vast and raging
Assumptions are inaccurate
Let him drink and forget his poverty
You are in our hearts
To live and die with you
According to the arts we will laugh and cry with you
A greyhound and a male goat
And a king whose troops are with him
O, plead the cause of the poor and needy
But without making oneself a doormat
Like just another wharf rat
Of my past tense cowboy appearance
I learned the southern drawl and self delusion
But these days time is my favored illusion
God that comforts those cast down
By the coming of Titus
And spiritual arthritis....
Too Bright To Blog
9-4-15
It's that time of day
When the sun is too bright from my window
To work on my computer
I give it one more hour or so
As when we come to Macedonia
Our flesh has no rest
Troubled on every side
Without, fastings and within fears
For all her household is clothed with scarlet
As she maketh tapestry for herself
For purple and fine linen
And to dwell in cotton and silk
Still good is my carton of milk
Great is my boldness of speech towards you
Great is my glorying
You are my boast and me as yours
Exceedingly joyful in all tribulation
Opportunity waits today at all doors
As for now it's too bright to blog...
Contemporaneity
9-4-15
Back from bloodwork
Go ahead and call me a jerk
Such is ones ego to lie in wait and lurk
Contemporaneous, occurring during the same period of time
Holding sway but not too proud of the rhyme
Dominating power or influence
But that's not me at all
Of rule and dominion
Such a thing I try not to be
O, stay and let me look at you
I only want to talk to you
To find myself again
Open your mouth for the speechless
For rock badgers as feeble folk
Look how far we've come
The white of the egg is better than the yolk.....
On Second Corinthians 7:7
9-4-15
September morning can still make me feel that way
Turning it over to Neil
O, sing it out and find what life is all about
A stickler unyieldingly
An enigma puzzling
And morning juice to be guzzling
For ones chain-mail
Put on the armor
And God's love will not fail
To clothe or arm
But not his coming only
But by the consolation here He comes
Talking to the weak
Wherein he is comforted in you
We give ourselves to Thee
O, make us see in a fervent mind of warm affection
when he told us of your earnest desire
Today for the Word I'm set on fire
O, give strong drink to him who is perishing....
9-4-15
Dreaming of Hartford on the Connecticut
A river vast and raging
Assumptions are inaccurate
Let him drink and forget his poverty
You are in our hearts
To live and die with you
According to the arts we will laugh and cry with you
A greyhound and a male goat
And a king whose troops are with him
O, plead the cause of the poor and needy
But without making oneself a doormat
Like just another wharf rat
Of my past tense cowboy appearance
I learned the southern drawl and self delusion
But these days time is my favored illusion
God that comforts those cast down
By the coming of Titus
And spiritual arthritis....
Too Bright To Blog
9-4-15
It's that time of day
When the sun is too bright from my window
To work on my computer
I give it one more hour or so
As when we come to Macedonia
Our flesh has no rest
Troubled on every side
Without, fastings and within fears
For all her household is clothed with scarlet
As she maketh tapestry for herself
For purple and fine linen
And to dwell in cotton and silk
Still good is my carton of milk
Great is my boldness of speech towards you
Great is my glorying
You are my boast and me as yours
Exceedingly joyful in all tribulation
Opportunity waits today at all doors
As for now it's too bright to blog...
Contemporaneity
9-4-15
Back from bloodwork
Go ahead and call me a jerk
Such is ones ego to lie in wait and lurk
Contemporaneous, occurring during the same period of time
Holding sway but not too proud of the rhyme
Dominating power or influence
But that's not me at all
Of rule and dominion
Such a thing I try not to be
O, stay and let me look at you
I only want to talk to you
To find myself again
Open your mouth for the speechless
For rock badgers as feeble folk
Look how far we've come
The white of the egg is better than the yolk.....
On Second Corinthians 7:7
9-4-15
September morning can still make me feel that way
Turning it over to Neil
O, sing it out and find what life is all about
A stickler unyieldingly
An enigma puzzling
And morning juice to be guzzling
For ones chain-mail
Put on the armor
And God's love will not fail
To clothe or arm
But not his coming only
But by the consolation here He comes
Talking to the weak
Wherein he is comforted in you
We give ourselves to Thee
O, make us see in a fervent mind of warm affection
when he told us of your earnest desire
Today for the Word I'm set on fire
O, give strong drink to him who is perishing....
gastropod
Gastropod
9-4-15
Computer on, sunup
Lamp soon I turn off
Yeah, I break bread and wine for the Redwing
And Eurasian thrush
I'm not coming around searching for a crush
As well for my small red wolf
My North American canid
I must be an acrobat
Glad to be alive
As one to show them where it's at
Dream out loud and step up to bat
Another short and sweet trip east and west to draw blood
Glad that for once my coffee is not mud
As you can find your own way out
To ponder and to chew the cud
Covered by the flood
By ones gastropod abalone
We are well fed until we can have no more....
Mudcat
9-4-15
You can thrash
And you can seize another newsflash
Of a new disease
In my pocket lukewarm cash
God bless the grass and trees
Can't tell mudcat from shad
Seeing it is not all that bad
Dreaming of Dawson's landing
Given a better understanding
By the atrophy and its wearing away
You see your love made complete by degeneration and decline
As one to wither, O get thee thither
Baby, I'm dangerous and it almost makes sense
Reeling in my flathead catfish
What concern hast Christ with Belial
Stated in the present tense
Come out from among them
And take down that fence...
Pig Iron
9-4-15
Turning it over to Tull
What agreement hath the temple of God with idols, namely me
I love the way I look in the mirror
Yet narcissistic as the day grows clearer
Touch not the unclean thing so understandeth the hearer
I be a father unto you and you will be my sons and daughters
Saith the Lord, Almighty of sow and swine
I go and get back at nine
We got the real world to the right
By my large and oblong mass of iron solidified
And ones pig iron or our rattlesnake trail
She is dangerous but beautiful
Where God's love will never fail
Tapped from a black furnace
We are put through it to make us what we truly are...
Fieldmarshel
9-4-15
More information later
See this passage again for the love of the Creator
Now the sun breaks through the rain
I have the whole weekend ahead of me
For seduction by the mainland and additional accessions
To but acquire it
Easier to obtain than to maintain
We make a record of it
As the universe loves it when we write it down
Having therefore these promises deeply beloved
Let us cleanse ourselves from filthiness
Like an island that wants to visit the mainland received us
We wronged no man
I speak not this to condemn you but to inspire
Hoping that these words will go somewhere
Like a butterfly effect
Let us comb your rock and roll hair....
Ballyhoo Revisited
9-4-15
Of sailor and gob and mass and lump
We have our seas to rob
Hew down the tree but leave the stump
Not for malediction nor imprecation
For those that like to forage the city dump
Another ballyhoo
Another one on me and you
For blatant advertisement
Our clamorous and vigorous attempt to reach them
O, fill the jorum to the brim
All that really matters is I'm here
I say yes to the shave and no to my hair trim
Of clamor and outcry
By glamor in that daily you die
I take my back door to yet solicit
Secret, furtive and illicit
Our back door in our hometown
Our cicerone salaried sumptuously
Our harbor and our chain mail
Everyone is from somewhere....
9-4-15
Computer on, sunup
Lamp soon I turn off
Yeah, I break bread and wine for the Redwing
And Eurasian thrush
I'm not coming around searching for a crush
As well for my small red wolf
My North American canid
I must be an acrobat
Glad to be alive
As one to show them where it's at
Dream out loud and step up to bat
Another short and sweet trip east and west to draw blood
Glad that for once my coffee is not mud
As you can find your own way out
To ponder and to chew the cud
Covered by the flood
By ones gastropod abalone
We are well fed until we can have no more....
Mudcat
9-4-15
You can thrash
And you can seize another newsflash
Of a new disease
In my pocket lukewarm cash
God bless the grass and trees
Can't tell mudcat from shad
Seeing it is not all that bad
Dreaming of Dawson's landing
Given a better understanding
By the atrophy and its wearing away
You see your love made complete by degeneration and decline
As one to wither, O get thee thither
Baby, I'm dangerous and it almost makes sense
Reeling in my flathead catfish
What concern hast Christ with Belial
Stated in the present tense
Come out from among them
And take down that fence...
Pig Iron
9-4-15
Turning it over to Tull
What agreement hath the temple of God with idols, namely me
I love the way I look in the mirror
Yet narcissistic as the day grows clearer
Touch not the unclean thing so understandeth the hearer
I be a father unto you and you will be my sons and daughters
Saith the Lord, Almighty of sow and swine
I go and get back at nine
We got the real world to the right
By my large and oblong mass of iron solidified
And ones pig iron or our rattlesnake trail
She is dangerous but beautiful
Where God's love will never fail
Tapped from a black furnace
We are put through it to make us what we truly are...
Fieldmarshel
9-4-15
More information later
See this passage again for the love of the Creator
Now the sun breaks through the rain
I have the whole weekend ahead of me
For seduction by the mainland and additional accessions
To but acquire it
Easier to obtain than to maintain
We make a record of it
As the universe loves it when we write it down
Having therefore these promises deeply beloved
Let us cleanse ourselves from filthiness
Like an island that wants to visit the mainland received us
We wronged no man
I speak not this to condemn you but to inspire
Hoping that these words will go somewhere
Like a butterfly effect
Let us comb your rock and roll hair....
Ballyhoo Revisited
9-4-15
Of sailor and gob and mass and lump
We have our seas to rob
Hew down the tree but leave the stump
Not for malediction nor imprecation
For those that like to forage the city dump
Another ballyhoo
Another one on me and you
For blatant advertisement
Our clamorous and vigorous attempt to reach them
O, fill the jorum to the brim
All that really matters is I'm here
I say yes to the shave and no to my hair trim
Of clamor and outcry
By glamor in that daily you die
I take my back door to yet solicit
Secret, furtive and illicit
Our back door in our hometown
Our cicerone salaried sumptuously
Our harbor and our chain mail
Everyone is from somewhere....
inroad
Inroad
9-4-15
Jesus is the Word of God
Check out such words
Teach diligently to thy children
God is a river of life to never run dry
She moves in mysterious ways
Getting more whom wonder high
You better learn how to kneel
And not to ask why
I heard in the time expected
The threshing of wheat and rye
Giving no offense in anything
Giving it another alibi
For inroad and incursion
For raid and for foray
Ones serious encroachment
Giving no offense
So that the ministry be not blamed
I succored and Now is the appointed time
And Now is the day of salvation....
Nankeen
9-4-15
Of maraud and pillage
And the spoiling of a village
Ones initial venture outside ones customary range
I leave the nest and come back to my feline friend waiting for me
Trying to wrap my arms around the earth as we can know it
As the sunlight is like a nosebleed
Giving no offense in any thing save what you choose
I succored thee so that you might win even while you lose
For Chinese cotton and my nankeen
I want to run to you clad in courage in all things
Approving ourselves as ministers
I'm going to run to you....
Only Seemingly Oxymoron
9-4-15
Sometimes I feel like checking out
But there is no such thing
Not even in our fear and doubt
For honor and dishonor
For evil and good report
Love, it won't be long
As unknown but well known
As chastened and not killed
The days as dark as the night is long
Up again at tan till six
This time not too soon
As waning is our moon
Sorrowful yet always rejoicing
Poor but making many rich
Feel like trash but you make me feel clean
Soon time for another Irish Spring bath
So we can get on with it
Having nothing but possessing all things
I'm in the black
Can't see or be seen
Seemingly oxymoron
But to the believing it is real.....
Straitened (Held Back)
9-4-15
In much patience, afflictions and necessities
In distresses, stripes and imprisonments
There is a silence that comes to a house where no one can sleep
In tumults, labors and watchings
No, don't you weep
O, Corinthians our mouth is open to you
And our heart opened wide
Baby, light my way for love and not for pride
For a recompense
I speak as to unto children
Your love was a light bulb
Be ye also enlarged
We learn to teach
Straitened in our own bowels
All is well with my soul
I reiterate such a phrase
For the cause to inspire you....
9-4-15
Jesus is the Word of God
Check out such words
Teach diligently to thy children
God is a river of life to never run dry
She moves in mysterious ways
Getting more whom wonder high
You better learn how to kneel
And not to ask why
I heard in the time expected
The threshing of wheat and rye
Giving no offense in anything
Giving it another alibi
For inroad and incursion
For raid and for foray
Ones serious encroachment
Giving no offense
So that the ministry be not blamed
I succored and Now is the appointed time
And Now is the day of salvation....
Nankeen
9-4-15
Of maraud and pillage
And the spoiling of a village
Ones initial venture outside ones customary range
I leave the nest and come back to my feline friend waiting for me
Trying to wrap my arms around the earth as we can know it
As the sunlight is like a nosebleed
Giving no offense in any thing save what you choose
I succored thee so that you might win even while you lose
For Chinese cotton and my nankeen
I want to run to you clad in courage in all things
Approving ourselves as ministers
I'm going to run to you....
Only Seemingly Oxymoron
9-4-15
Sometimes I feel like checking out
But there is no such thing
Not even in our fear and doubt
For honor and dishonor
For evil and good report
Love, it won't be long
As unknown but well known
As chastened and not killed
The days as dark as the night is long
Up again at tan till six
This time not too soon
As waning is our moon
Sorrowful yet always rejoicing
Poor but making many rich
Feel like trash but you make me feel clean
Soon time for another Irish Spring bath
So we can get on with it
Having nothing but possessing all things
I'm in the black
Can't see or be seen
Seemingly oxymoron
But to the believing it is real.....
Straitened (Held Back)
9-4-15
In much patience, afflictions and necessities
In distresses, stripes and imprisonments
There is a silence that comes to a house where no one can sleep
In tumults, labors and watchings
No, don't you weep
O, Corinthians our mouth is open to you
And our heart opened wide
Baby, light my way for love and not for pride
For a recompense
I speak as to unto children
Your love was a light bulb
Be ye also enlarged
We learn to teach
Straitened in our own bowels
All is well with my soul
I reiterate such a phrase
For the cause to inspire you....
alloted
Allotted
9-3-15
How long will you leave me alone
Till I swallow my own spittle
Keeping up tradition of our Christmas peanut brittle
For now shall I sleep in the dust
And now will I keep my heart and mind from lust
No, not add to his words
But from time to time feel free to coin a phrase
Thankful for my shelter from the hot sun's rays
Surely I am more brutish than any man I know
I count it as a strength to confess this
As soon it is time to go
I see the local advocate of recovery
Why has thou set me as a mark against thee
So that I am a burden to myself
I'm on another good start
I pray that I will make it another good one
O, feed me with food allotted....
Utterance
9-3-15
Wordsworth kept coming to mind
For our rare earth
The soil where much gold we find
Then answered Bildad our Shuhite
How long will thy mouth be a strong wind
O, does God pervert judgment
Or doth the Almighty pervert justice
Scorning obedience to his mother
The mavens of the valley will pluck it out
And the young eagles will eat it
And the fire never says, "enough"
It is just to want more and more of ones God
And to expect a miracle
According to Agur our assembler
Following with King Lemuel
Devoted to God for the records of the utterance
Our praise...
Of Wood, I Mean The Pun
9-3-15
Good clean fun of wood
To mean the pun
I'm yet looking at forever
As he satisfied my soul tonight
And until then I just write
If thou will seek unto God betimes
And make the supplications
You won't need a gun
I'm not worried about tomorrow
Nor the weight that seems to be on my shoulder
The metric ton
If thou were pure and upright
Surely you would awake for thee
And make habitations of your righteousness prosperous
By the words of Lemuel
The circle of intemperance
It's time we do our things in moderation
What, my son!
Trust and believe
Anoint oil unto the dust and you rejoice
In that you grieve
Good clean fun
Though thy blessing is small
Yet thine latter end should greatly increase...
Spider Grasps
9-3-15
For we are but of yesterday
Tired of waiting for tomorrow to come
I didn't catch the buzz at the wedding from the Coke and rum
Shall not they teach thee and tell thee
And utter words out of their heart
For I inquire of a former age
Just for the tact to turn the page
And prepare myself to the search of their fathers
The spider skillfully grasps with his hands
And the fly caught in the web understands
For a greyhound and a male goat also
And cacti for our water on desert sands
Accept positive criticism
Set it all aside
Tomorrow is another day....
Checking It Out
9-4-15
When you sojourn
Make sure to return
Elimelech checks out Moab
In that he had something to learn
One won't continue if one never checks it out
As so going is what it's all about
Green light, preen flight, lean sight
Face up to your doubt
God's thoughts are not our own
If you miss one day
Don't let your guard down
And never mind that second trip into town
As that secret ambition bites the nails of success
Needing tenacity to go on when it gets tough
He will do of his good pleasure
As the twilight never says, "enough"...
Meat In The House
9-4-15
God has me up at this hour for a reason
For me to have my ability and power
And come to terms with a changing of season
Fleeing from the sheer face of love
Such is the reason
Give so that there be meat in thine house
Fruitful and fertile for spruce, pine and myrtle
Moab, the picture of the world
Babylon, the translation of captivity
Tithe when broke and be blessed
As the other syllable at times is stressed
You never check out Moab alone
Seeking for the pearl of great price
Wanting the larger part of the wish bone
what we think we look for in the world
Has always been here with God.....
9-3-15
How long will you leave me alone
Till I swallow my own spittle
Keeping up tradition of our Christmas peanut brittle
For now shall I sleep in the dust
And now will I keep my heart and mind from lust
No, not add to his words
But from time to time feel free to coin a phrase
Thankful for my shelter from the hot sun's rays
Surely I am more brutish than any man I know
I count it as a strength to confess this
As soon it is time to go
I see the local advocate of recovery
Why has thou set me as a mark against thee
So that I am a burden to myself
I'm on another good start
I pray that I will make it another good one
O, feed me with food allotted....
Utterance
9-3-15
Wordsworth kept coming to mind
For our rare earth
The soil where much gold we find
Then answered Bildad our Shuhite
How long will thy mouth be a strong wind
O, does God pervert judgment
Or doth the Almighty pervert justice
Scorning obedience to his mother
The mavens of the valley will pluck it out
And the young eagles will eat it
And the fire never says, "enough"
It is just to want more and more of ones God
And to expect a miracle
According to Agur our assembler
Following with King Lemuel
Devoted to God for the records of the utterance
Our praise...
Of Wood, I Mean The Pun
9-3-15
Good clean fun of wood
To mean the pun
I'm yet looking at forever
As he satisfied my soul tonight
And until then I just write
If thou will seek unto God betimes
And make the supplications
You won't need a gun
I'm not worried about tomorrow
Nor the weight that seems to be on my shoulder
The metric ton
If thou were pure and upright
Surely you would awake for thee
And make habitations of your righteousness prosperous
By the words of Lemuel
The circle of intemperance
It's time we do our things in moderation
What, my son!
Trust and believe
Anoint oil unto the dust and you rejoice
In that you grieve
Good clean fun
Though thy blessing is small
Yet thine latter end should greatly increase...
Spider Grasps
9-3-15
For we are but of yesterday
Tired of waiting for tomorrow to come
I didn't catch the buzz at the wedding from the Coke and rum
Shall not they teach thee and tell thee
And utter words out of their heart
For I inquire of a former age
Just for the tact to turn the page
And prepare myself to the search of their fathers
The spider skillfully grasps with his hands
And the fly caught in the web understands
For a greyhound and a male goat also
And cacti for our water on desert sands
Accept positive criticism
Set it all aside
Tomorrow is another day....
Checking It Out
9-4-15
When you sojourn
Make sure to return
Elimelech checks out Moab
In that he had something to learn
One won't continue if one never checks it out
As so going is what it's all about
Green light, preen flight, lean sight
Face up to your doubt
God's thoughts are not our own
If you miss one day
Don't let your guard down
And never mind that second trip into town
As that secret ambition bites the nails of success
Needing tenacity to go on when it gets tough
He will do of his good pleasure
As the twilight never says, "enough"...
Meat In The House
9-4-15
God has me up at this hour for a reason
For me to have my ability and power
And come to terms with a changing of season
Fleeing from the sheer face of love
Such is the reason
Give so that there be meat in thine house
Fruitful and fertile for spruce, pine and myrtle
Moab, the picture of the world
Babylon, the translation of captivity
Tithe when broke and be blessed
As the other syllable at times is stressed
You never check out Moab alone
Seeking for the pearl of great price
Wanting the larger part of the wish bone
what we think we look for in the world
Has always been here with God.....
Saturday, September 19, 2015
pastry
Pastry
8-11-15
Short and sweet one today
Such a hopeless game
For brevet and commission in my precarious position
O, what goes on
Set out on another mission
Our breve and mark over a vowel
By a distinction O, impudent children
Stiiffhearted I send thee unto them
I smell a pastry of some sorts
Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed
Howl for her
It's just a drop in the ocean
Taking balm for the pain...
Parquet Circle Concentric
8-11-15
For our flambeau
Our large ornamental candlestick of nine branches
For our flaming torch
For our parterre
Soon it will be hurricane season
But of such I take no thought
at least not yet
For her judgment reacheth unto heaven
And it's lifted up even to the skies
And many buy into today Satan's lies
For our rear section of seats
And a whole new bag of cat treats
The storm has ceased for our diapason
And our parquet circle concentric
Until the winners lose desire...
On Ezekiel 2:7
8-11-15
Hellion, disorderly, troublesome, rowdy
Flamed in Eucalyptus
Headed for the hills
And for the thrills of a golden age
I mean to look our for you
A roll therein was written within and without
Light a spark in the dark
I go up against my fellow pool shark
As the color changes hue
The trouble is with you
Thou will speak my words to them
In a town called piss it away
This morning in shaving I missed a spot
But at least my coffee is hot
Open thy mouth and eat what I give thee....
Eat This Roll
8-11-15
Eat this roll and go and speak
O, save my soul
As one to reach the day's peak
As many will not hearken for another land to darken
Not sent to a people with strange speech or of a hard language
Alright Sunny boy
In my mouth it is as honey for sweetness
Looking for Lillian Florence Hellman for good mayonnaise
Another Van lyric, out jet set
Not to fret
To waylay and to intersect
For something to say we yet interject
The sun and the clouds are going to battle
Something's hanging in the breeze....
8-11-15
Short and sweet one today
Such a hopeless game
For brevet and commission in my precarious position
O, what goes on
Set out on another mission
Our breve and mark over a vowel
By a distinction O, impudent children
Stiiffhearted I send thee unto them
I smell a pastry of some sorts
Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed
Howl for her
It's just a drop in the ocean
Taking balm for the pain...
Parquet Circle Concentric
8-11-15
For our flambeau
Our large ornamental candlestick of nine branches
For our flaming torch
For our parterre
Soon it will be hurricane season
But of such I take no thought
at least not yet
For her judgment reacheth unto heaven
And it's lifted up even to the skies
And many buy into today Satan's lies
For our rear section of seats
And a whole new bag of cat treats
The storm has ceased for our diapason
And our parquet circle concentric
Until the winners lose desire...
On Ezekiel 2:7
8-11-15
Hellion, disorderly, troublesome, rowdy
Flamed in Eucalyptus
Headed for the hills
And for the thrills of a golden age
I mean to look our for you
A roll therein was written within and without
Light a spark in the dark
I go up against my fellow pool shark
As the color changes hue
The trouble is with you
Thou will speak my words to them
In a town called piss it away
This morning in shaving I missed a spot
But at least my coffee is hot
Open thy mouth and eat what I give thee....
Eat This Roll
8-11-15
Eat this roll and go and speak
O, save my soul
As one to reach the day's peak
As many will not hearken for another land to darken
Not sent to a people with strange speech or of a hard language
Alright Sunny boy
In my mouth it is as honey for sweetness
Looking for Lillian Florence Hellman for good mayonnaise
Another Van lyric, out jet set
Not to fret
To waylay and to intersect
For something to say we yet interject
The sun and the clouds are going to battle
Something's hanging in the breeze....
landlubber
Landlubber
8-11-15
Out for another smoke
By another hour's fleeting stroke
A great cloud and a fine enfolding
And all of the cards tight to my chest I am holding
The word cometh expressly to Ezekiel the priest
As we set up for another lavish feast
I want to hold your precious head
For our wheels of color of beryl
To know how it feels
By the appearance like burning coals
In being demoted to the earl
Make love and make peace
Another landlubber where the Spirit was to go
They went
I step out and repent
But still I carry on...
Cicatrice
8-11-15
Spirit of the living creatures in the wheels
As one to weigh and balance on the scales the way that it feels
For ones Louis D'or
Such a former gold coin
One that collectors do yet covet to own
Another message to the rebellious
I am not one to cast the stone
Got to turn your world around
Another one for the healing
In my cicatrice, my tissue forming around the scar
For the likeness of the firmament
Upon the heads of living creatures
In time all things heal....
Fulsome
8-11-15
For poniard and dagger
I saunter and stagger
For the sellout according to the silent DNA .
It was FYI and TMI
But still we manage to make it work for us
Another ninety dollar investment in the basic essentials
And ten pounds of produce
And the voice of the Almighty as the noise of the lost
It's raining cats and dogs
Praise God, we need it
Like the noise of great waters
Filling up canteens for all sons and daughters
For my shaved off emotions
Fulsome and excessive
Tawny but far from dull....
Moisture Entire
8-11-15
Like crimson turned into gold
Fulrous and tanny and treed
Weeded where the sparrows from cages are freed
Free to secede
The lighting is somewhat altered in the room
I see the color of amber as the appearance of fire
Good music coming through my wire
God bless the grass and trees with moisture entire
As the appearance of a bow
Soon it will be time to go
Stand upon thy feet and I will speak with you
So was the appearance of brightness round about
Giving God thanks from our shelter from the elements....
8-11-15
Out for another smoke
By another hour's fleeting stroke
A great cloud and a fine enfolding
And all of the cards tight to my chest I am holding
The word cometh expressly to Ezekiel the priest
As we set up for another lavish feast
I want to hold your precious head
For our wheels of color of beryl
To know how it feels
By the appearance like burning coals
In being demoted to the earl
Make love and make peace
Another landlubber where the Spirit was to go
They went
I step out and repent
But still I carry on...
Cicatrice
8-11-15
Spirit of the living creatures in the wheels
As one to weigh and balance on the scales the way that it feels
For ones Louis D'or
Such a former gold coin
One that collectors do yet covet to own
Another message to the rebellious
I am not one to cast the stone
Got to turn your world around
Another one for the healing
In my cicatrice, my tissue forming around the scar
For the likeness of the firmament
Upon the heads of living creatures
In time all things heal....
Fulsome
8-11-15
For poniard and dagger
I saunter and stagger
For the sellout according to the silent DNA .
It was FYI and TMI
But still we manage to make it work for us
Another ninety dollar investment in the basic essentials
And ten pounds of produce
And the voice of the Almighty as the noise of the lost
It's raining cats and dogs
Praise God, we need it
Like the noise of great waters
Filling up canteens for all sons and daughters
For my shaved off emotions
Fulsome and excessive
Tawny but far from dull....
Moisture Entire
8-11-15
Like crimson turned into gold
Fulrous and tanny and treed
Weeded where the sparrows from cages are freed
Free to secede
The lighting is somewhat altered in the room
I see the color of amber as the appearance of fire
Good music coming through my wire
God bless the grass and trees with moisture entire
As the appearance of a bow
Soon it will be time to go
Stand upon thy feet and I will speak with you
So was the appearance of brightness round about
Giving God thanks from our shelter from the elements....
peachblow
Peachblow
8-11-15
Almost through Jeremiah
Our hero, the bullfrog
Leaping out of the dragon's mouth
I go north so that again I can go south
Choosing to spend the weekend with Mother
And order up a fillet of fish for a brother
Hallelujiah, I reiterate
Teaching my parrot to shout rejoicings
In delicate peachblow of purplish pink
Peachy, excellent, wonderful and fine
On my fifth year without the wine
Speaking against the land of the Chaldeans
But for what but to nurse on my almond and Brazilian nut
Standing in the corner of the ring
I take my uppercut....
Countersign
8-11-15
Waiting for my entourage
My ipod resurrected again
A good thing in self diagnostics
To inform against my accomplice for bodies of beasts
And lavish feasts
Likely to be more funerals than weddings
I decline to pay my respects in being true to myself
To not put myself through it
That Jesus might sanctify the people with his own blood
Outside and without
Not for pride nor for doubt
As one to countersign used in its reply
By Him, our utterance of joy and praise....
Masticate
8-11-15
By him therefore
Let us offer up sacrifice
Still I pay the sin tax
still I'm happy to pay the price
Clerance Clemmons no longer on sax
Alive and well somewhere for God to roll the dice
To suffer without the gate
To learn how to love and forget how to hate
I think Ozzy said this
But just who doth but regard
And here we have no continuing city
For the fruit of our lips
And pistachio quick melting double dips
And contentment on day trips
But to do good and to communicate
And to chew the cud and masticate....
We're Here
8-11-15
Waiting to congregate
But not for my ego to inflate
All my rivals see what I have in store
It's cold as winter in here
And I call for another step out the door
For out of the north will come up a nation
As my voices say that I need a vacation
It usually tells me the truth in my middle age
Looking like a youth concerning Damascus
Hamath is confounded
Obey them that have rule over you
For they watch after your souls....
Accept Feedback
8-11-15
But to be good and to communicate
Forget not for mahogany wood
And good times to recreate
The coffee is sweet, fresh, black and hot
For which sacrifices God is well pleased
So I looked into the light of the sun and sneezed
Back to Australia right here and now
The lemon I squeezed
Accept feedback with a smile
Apathy rolling on like it's going out of style
Sparkling by the sense as I was among the captives
By the river Chebar
I got back up to devour a granola bar
To help my sleep and dream of how when I'd weep...
Admiring Her Placenta
8-11-15
For lo, I will raise
And cause to come up against Babylon
An assembly of great nations from the north country
Still in the womb I admire her placenta
Much more to me than just a dull routine
Hey you using dramatic stories and sometimes acting them out
I am born again admiring her placenta
Shout against her round about and have not fear or doubt
Israel is a scattered sheep
The lions have driven him away
But there will come a time
When they can lie down together...
Haul Away
8-11-15
Four faces, four wings
Fair races the herald angel sings
Too early in the season to give it a reason
Put yourselves in array against Babylon round about
But love thine enemies if you claim to be devout
Haul away for bitter gall and something more to say
Cut off the sower and he that handle the sickle
For fear of the oppressing sword
All is well with me and the Lord today
It is too much for me to get bored
In the fifth year of Jehoiacim's captivity
I look and behold a whirlwind
But for what but to stand up against it
And know ones victory
Haul away....
8-11-15
Almost through Jeremiah
Our hero, the bullfrog
Leaping out of the dragon's mouth
I go north so that again I can go south
Choosing to spend the weekend with Mother
And order up a fillet of fish for a brother
Hallelujiah, I reiterate
Teaching my parrot to shout rejoicings
In delicate peachblow of purplish pink
Peachy, excellent, wonderful and fine
On my fifth year without the wine
Speaking against the land of the Chaldeans
But for what but to nurse on my almond and Brazilian nut
Standing in the corner of the ring
I take my uppercut....
Countersign
8-11-15
Waiting for my entourage
My ipod resurrected again
A good thing in self diagnostics
To inform against my accomplice for bodies of beasts
And lavish feasts
Likely to be more funerals than weddings
I decline to pay my respects in being true to myself
To not put myself through it
That Jesus might sanctify the people with his own blood
Outside and without
Not for pride nor for doubt
As one to countersign used in its reply
By Him, our utterance of joy and praise....
Masticate
8-11-15
By him therefore
Let us offer up sacrifice
Still I pay the sin tax
still I'm happy to pay the price
Clerance Clemmons no longer on sax
Alive and well somewhere for God to roll the dice
To suffer without the gate
To learn how to love and forget how to hate
I think Ozzy said this
But just who doth but regard
And here we have no continuing city
For the fruit of our lips
And pistachio quick melting double dips
And contentment on day trips
But to do good and to communicate
And to chew the cud and masticate....
We're Here
8-11-15
Waiting to congregate
But not for my ego to inflate
All my rivals see what I have in store
It's cold as winter in here
And I call for another step out the door
For out of the north will come up a nation
As my voices say that I need a vacation
It usually tells me the truth in my middle age
Looking like a youth concerning Damascus
Hamath is confounded
Obey them that have rule over you
For they watch after your souls....
Accept Feedback
8-11-15
But to be good and to communicate
Forget not for mahogany wood
And good times to recreate
The coffee is sweet, fresh, black and hot
For which sacrifices God is well pleased
So I looked into the light of the sun and sneezed
Back to Australia right here and now
The lemon I squeezed
Accept feedback with a smile
Apathy rolling on like it's going out of style
Sparkling by the sense as I was among the captives
By the river Chebar
I got back up to devour a granola bar
To help my sleep and dream of how when I'd weep...
Admiring Her Placenta
8-11-15
For lo, I will raise
And cause to come up against Babylon
An assembly of great nations from the north country
Still in the womb I admire her placenta
Much more to me than just a dull routine
Hey you using dramatic stories and sometimes acting them out
I am born again admiring her placenta
Shout against her round about and have not fear or doubt
Israel is a scattered sheep
The lions have driven him away
But there will come a time
When they can lie down together...
Haul Away
8-11-15
Four faces, four wings
Fair races the herald angel sings
Too early in the season to give it a reason
Put yourselves in array against Babylon round about
But love thine enemies if you claim to be devout
Haul away for bitter gall and something more to say
Cut off the sower and he that handle the sickle
For fear of the oppressing sword
All is well with me and the Lord today
It is too much for me to get bored
In the fifth year of Jehoiacim's captivity
I look and behold a whirlwind
But for what but to stand up against it
And know ones victory
Haul away....
Thursday, September 17, 2015
in velveteen
In Velveteen
8-6-15
Could have used the sweater
For the writing of this letter
It's always cold in these public places
But it all falls under God's graces
One more hour till I catch my lift
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers
For thereby some have entertained angels unawares
This used to be my favorite verse
Because I was the singer along to songs of Warrant and Winger
Clad in velveteen our cotton pile fabric with short velvetlike pile
What can this mean to the artist when it comes down to style
If my covenant be not with day or night
Then I will cast away the seed of Jacob...
To Gabriela
8-6-15
Let conversation be without covetousness
Don't want something that doesn't belong to you
Be content in the things you already have
I've gone today without my music
But at least I have it going on at home
Hold on, soldier for he has said
I will neither leave you nor forsake thee
Another mistral our cold and dry northern wind
Of south France and neighboring regions
Writing my letter to Gabriela
A Chilian poet that passed away in fifty-seven
I will know them all someday in heaven...
Small Potatoes In Butter
8-6-15
For Mistral our provincial poet
I though I saw the shadow of a housefly
Winning the Nobel Prize in forty-five
Another good read
So that they may boldly say the Lord is my Helper
and I will not fear considering the end of our conversation
Remember those that have rule over thee
More than small potatoes steeped in butter
It happened at about twenty after two all so suddenly
And now I'm trashed
Keep your eyes on the prize
On tomorrow
It happens....
We Have An Altar
8-6-15
Waiting for my caravan
All I can do this evening is cope
There is hope
Five hours of reticence with my cat
And another early one tomorrow
Wishing to be insensate
But that would not be human
A little bit too much coffee
That's all I think about for my tomorrow
Voice in my head says I'm shaking like the Dickens
An old term to describe the devil that seems to get his way
Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever
Better now than never
Wishing to be insensate
But such a feeling is nothing to hate
Waiting for my caravan
Waiting..
What In Heaven
8-6-15
Time drags on
I'm that way again
It comes with age
At least we're on the same page
Don't do anything rash
And in the morning take out the trash
And just be thankful for the stash
Hang in there, hold on soldier
Today I did myself in
The word of God is no such sin
Dub step music in the background
What in heaven am I going to do on Tuesday
What in heaven am I going to do tonight
Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today and forever
I'm beat for the red, white and blue
Time drags on...
Without The Camp
8-6-15
Keep your eyes on the prize of tomorrow
Why did you put away your bible
I must say because it was too much
It happens
Let us go forth unto him without the camp
So where did you get that from
It was in my other notes
A bible burnout once again
Next week I'm in need to cut expenses
At least it's not Tuesday
Just shut up and enjoy your coffee
Here we have no continuing city
a day here and now can do it to you
Bearing his reproach
Need cold water
Keep your mind on your provisions.....
8-6-15
Could have used the sweater
For the writing of this letter
It's always cold in these public places
But it all falls under God's graces
One more hour till I catch my lift
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers
For thereby some have entertained angels unawares
This used to be my favorite verse
Because I was the singer along to songs of Warrant and Winger
Clad in velveteen our cotton pile fabric with short velvetlike pile
What can this mean to the artist when it comes down to style
If my covenant be not with day or night
Then I will cast away the seed of Jacob...
To Gabriela
8-6-15
Let conversation be without covetousness
Don't want something that doesn't belong to you
Be content in the things you already have
I've gone today without my music
But at least I have it going on at home
Hold on, soldier for he has said
I will neither leave you nor forsake thee
Another mistral our cold and dry northern wind
Of south France and neighboring regions
Writing my letter to Gabriela
A Chilian poet that passed away in fifty-seven
I will know them all someday in heaven...
Small Potatoes In Butter
8-6-15
For Mistral our provincial poet
I though I saw the shadow of a housefly
Winning the Nobel Prize in forty-five
Another good read
So that they may boldly say the Lord is my Helper
and I will not fear considering the end of our conversation
Remember those that have rule over thee
More than small potatoes steeped in butter
It happened at about twenty after two all so suddenly
And now I'm trashed
Keep your eyes on the prize
On tomorrow
It happens....
We Have An Altar
8-6-15
Waiting for my caravan
All I can do this evening is cope
There is hope
Five hours of reticence with my cat
And another early one tomorrow
Wishing to be insensate
But that would not be human
A little bit too much coffee
That's all I think about for my tomorrow
Voice in my head says I'm shaking like the Dickens
An old term to describe the devil that seems to get his way
Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever
Better now than never
Wishing to be insensate
But such a feeling is nothing to hate
Waiting for my caravan
Waiting..
What In Heaven
8-6-15
Time drags on
I'm that way again
It comes with age
At least we're on the same page
Don't do anything rash
And in the morning take out the trash
And just be thankful for the stash
Hang in there, hold on soldier
Today I did myself in
The word of God is no such sin
Dub step music in the background
What in heaven am I going to do on Tuesday
What in heaven am I going to do tonight
Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today and forever
I'm beat for the red, white and blue
Time drags on...
Without The Camp
8-6-15
Keep your eyes on the prize of tomorrow
Why did you put away your bible
I must say because it was too much
It happens
Let us go forth unto him without the camp
So where did you get that from
It was in my other notes
A bible burnout once again
Next week I'm in need to cut expenses
At least it's not Tuesday
Just shut up and enjoy your coffee
Here we have no continuing city
a day here and now can do it to you
Bearing his reproach
Need cold water
Keep your mind on your provisions.....
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
placenta
Placenta
8-6-15
Placenta, still I know
Feeling as if I'm still in the womb
In a spiritual sense
Waiting tight in my fetal position
Surely after that I was turned I repented
And after that I was instructed
Like a city torn down to be reconstructed
They set their abominations in the house which was called by the name
To defile it and for you the same
A good head of hair to yet style it
I've got the whole flaming weekend ahead of me
This, I interject
In that I know the joy in what I can see
And to Jesus, the mediator of the new covenant
We are set free...
Judge Of All
8-6-15
To the general assembly
And to the church of the firstborn
I write these concise letters of recommendation
Is this what I do or am I trying to be as you
Written down in heaven
For beef jerky at seven eleven
And to God the judge of all
Soon I will be back behind my west wall
To the blood of sprinkling
That speak of better things than that of Abel
To build again the high places of Baal
In the valley of the son of Hinnom
Behold, the God of all flesh
The coffee is hot and fresh
Is there anything too hard for thee!
Jacquerie
8-6-15
The page is turned upon Jeremiah chapter thirty-three
I plow on through it just being me
A word that came to him
when he was yet shut up in the court of the prison
O, the matter thereof
That formed it to establish it
The Lord is his name
Call unto me and I will answer
As hate would be the root to all cancer
And they shall be my people and I will be their God
And I will give them one heart
Loving as well the Jacquerine
By the revolt of peasants
Who prepare all quails and pheasants
Going against the nobles but for what
See that you refuse not he that speak...
No More Worn Out
8-6-15
No more such decrepitude nor feebleness
No longer infirm like the earthworm
A fraction reduced to its lowest term
No more worn out or broken down
As long ago I get in on their morning juice
For if they escaped not
Who defeated them who spoke on earth
O, what will the testimony be worth
I will shew you great and mighty things
As ducks fly southeast
As the whipporwhil sings
Warbling on a different tune
And at dawn out half full moon
Yet once more I shake not the earth
Only by also leaven
Getting Gatorade at seven-eleven...
8-6-15
Placenta, still I know
Feeling as if I'm still in the womb
In a spiritual sense
Waiting tight in my fetal position
Surely after that I was turned I repented
And after that I was instructed
Like a city torn down to be reconstructed
They set their abominations in the house which was called by the name
To defile it and for you the same
A good head of hair to yet style it
I've got the whole flaming weekend ahead of me
This, I interject
In that I know the joy in what I can see
And to Jesus, the mediator of the new covenant
We are set free...
Judge Of All
8-6-15
To the general assembly
And to the church of the firstborn
I write these concise letters of recommendation
Is this what I do or am I trying to be as you
Written down in heaven
For beef jerky at seven eleven
And to God the judge of all
Soon I will be back behind my west wall
To the blood of sprinkling
That speak of better things than that of Abel
To build again the high places of Baal
In the valley of the son of Hinnom
Behold, the God of all flesh
The coffee is hot and fresh
Is there anything too hard for thee!
Jacquerie
8-6-15
The page is turned upon Jeremiah chapter thirty-three
I plow on through it just being me
A word that came to him
when he was yet shut up in the court of the prison
O, the matter thereof
That formed it to establish it
The Lord is his name
Call unto me and I will answer
As hate would be the root to all cancer
And they shall be my people and I will be their God
And I will give them one heart
Loving as well the Jacquerine
By the revolt of peasants
Who prepare all quails and pheasants
Going against the nobles but for what
See that you refuse not he that speak...
No More Worn Out
8-6-15
No more such decrepitude nor feebleness
No longer infirm like the earthworm
A fraction reduced to its lowest term
No more worn out or broken down
As long ago I get in on their morning juice
For if they escaped not
Who defeated them who spoke on earth
O, what will the testimony be worth
I will shew you great and mighty things
As ducks fly southeast
As the whipporwhil sings
Warbling on a different tune
And at dawn out half full moon
Yet once more I shake not the earth
Only by also leaven
Getting Gatorade at seven-eleven...
murrain
Murrain
8-22-15
I get my exercise
Seventy-five paces
One hundred fifty round trip
Familiar faces
Stepping back in for my next sip
Bag packed for tomorrow's sermon
Seven back to back and good annotations
Revealing what is intended
Preach on
I give my last five dollars
Next plague, murrain
Godliness is great gain
When they go out the wheels go beside them
But not to pride them
Iron red horses we ride them
Let those that have charge of the city draw near
Defile the temple and fill the courts with the slain
Get out!
Out To Lunch
8-22-15
Out to lunch with Mother
Told to treat her right by a brother
The law states for us to love one another
Next plague of such, blains
And sugar running through all my veins
Down the list
Pestilence, hail and locusts
O, how they sing
You have feared the sword
So your offering you bring
To deliver you into the hands of strangers
Heeding not the warnings
Nor considering the dangers
Come the promise of the restoration
Of the remnant in the land
Keep writing poetry for the people
So she wrote along with her autograph
Back in the year of ninety-seven
Five places closer to my heaven
Yet inadvertent and heedless
Severing the hand of Goshen
All for the cause of deep emotion
I'll be out to lunch...
Sign Of Ezekiel's Preparation
8-22-15
Working in a house of green lights
Meaning go not one to clench a fist or pick fights
Not me, no, Pharaoh begs
O, entreat for me and I am not your foe
The candy woman is soon off her shift
And the day goes by, O so slow
Then a grievous hail to kill all cattle
I come in from Memphis
Where I learn to talk the jive
The love between us is platonic
As flax and barley is smitten
And my elder cat still thinks she's a kitten
In the land of Goshen it is safe and sound
A prince to be taken captive
I'll see you around...
On Genesis 18:6 (check this out)
8-22-15
Hear me, my old guitar
Another preceptor as a teacher
I plan to go far
As the expert and the specialist of who I am
In Christ
The man child is called Isaac
A ripple in still waters
Abraham laughed as lips again are chaffed
With the gold of sunshine
Chords played on a heart unstrung
In the plains of Mamre
Perhaps they're better of unsung
By three measures of meal
Knead it and make cakes
More than just a way to feel
Let it be known by snails and by snakes
No simple highway
Having eyes but does not see
Having ears but does not hear
You chose to lead must follow....
Full Captivity Near At Hand
8-22-15
Making sure I don't skip a page
Like an African gray parrot
With the privilege to sit on the top of his cage
They ate and were filled
For time not to hate but to be killed
Abraham intercedes
And many are thrilled
Sodom wicked
Not one righteous
In law one might be skilled
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Yet to plant a weeping willow
Sitting in the tent door
Only wanting more and more
God wants us to live life more abundantly
Yet a dandy and yet a fop
With a new attitude to cop
Excessively brushing my pony
That wants to grow up to be a racehorse
Like a highway sign showing you the way....
8-22-15
I get my exercise
Seventy-five paces
One hundred fifty round trip
Familiar faces
Stepping back in for my next sip
Bag packed for tomorrow's sermon
Seven back to back and good annotations
Revealing what is intended
Preach on
I give my last five dollars
Next plague, murrain
Godliness is great gain
When they go out the wheels go beside them
But not to pride them
Iron red horses we ride them
Let those that have charge of the city draw near
Defile the temple and fill the courts with the slain
Get out!
Out To Lunch
8-22-15
Out to lunch with Mother
Told to treat her right by a brother
The law states for us to love one another
Next plague of such, blains
And sugar running through all my veins
Down the list
Pestilence, hail and locusts
O, how they sing
You have feared the sword
So your offering you bring
To deliver you into the hands of strangers
Heeding not the warnings
Nor considering the dangers
Come the promise of the restoration
Of the remnant in the land
Keep writing poetry for the people
So she wrote along with her autograph
Back in the year of ninety-seven
Five places closer to my heaven
Yet inadvertent and heedless
Severing the hand of Goshen
All for the cause of deep emotion
I'll be out to lunch...
Sign Of Ezekiel's Preparation
8-22-15
Working in a house of green lights
Meaning go not one to clench a fist or pick fights
Not me, no, Pharaoh begs
O, entreat for me and I am not your foe
The candy woman is soon off her shift
And the day goes by, O so slow
Then a grievous hail to kill all cattle
I come in from Memphis
Where I learn to talk the jive
The love between us is platonic
As flax and barley is smitten
And my elder cat still thinks she's a kitten
In the land of Goshen it is safe and sound
A prince to be taken captive
I'll see you around...
On Genesis 18:6 (check this out)
8-22-15
Hear me, my old guitar
Another preceptor as a teacher
I plan to go far
As the expert and the specialist of who I am
In Christ
The man child is called Isaac
A ripple in still waters
Abraham laughed as lips again are chaffed
With the gold of sunshine
Chords played on a heart unstrung
In the plains of Mamre
Perhaps they're better of unsung
By three measures of meal
Knead it and make cakes
More than just a way to feel
Let it be known by snails and by snakes
No simple highway
Having eyes but does not see
Having ears but does not hear
You chose to lead must follow....
Full Captivity Near At Hand
8-22-15
Making sure I don't skip a page
Like an African gray parrot
With the privilege to sit on the top of his cage
They ate and were filled
For time not to hate but to be killed
Abraham intercedes
And many are thrilled
Sodom wicked
Not one righteous
In law one might be skilled
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Yet to plant a weeping willow
Sitting in the tent door
Only wanting more and more
God wants us to live life more abundantly
Yet a dandy and yet a fop
With a new attitude to cop
Excessively brushing my pony
That wants to grow up to be a racehorse
Like a highway sign showing you the way....
Friday, September 11, 2015
temperment
Temperment
8-22-15
Calamity is waiting for a time to get through to you
In all temperament
The combination of mental and emotional traits
Of one who lives for the morning light
Have time to say how do you do
Like a seaside zoo
Manifested by peculiaralities
Often by discrimination
To submit to conventional rules
We count as the advantage
As an opportunity to rub elbows with them
And be a blessing and a sensation
Your slain whom you have laid in the midst
They are your meat
And this city is the cauldron
Go on out You're mother's calling you,,,,
Predisposition
8-22-15
Up since four
We had a lot of good laughs together
And the tuning of the keyboard
So that it could be played in all keys
Without further tuning
For our branches to be pruning
I am the bush and she is the saw
For predisposition
Our fact and condition
To set out on another mission
To think optimistically
And make susceptible to ourselves
All that is liable to dispose beforehand
As an inclination for bias
And to furnish our tendency in all reluctance
O, what can this mean to you and I
But to form another question "Why!"
Up since four....
Telltale
8-22-15
Tattletale, talebearer and informer
Telltale, quite revealing
down at the corner
At my cul-de-sac of opportunity
I'm still trying to reach them
As one to teach them
Serving to reveal
I'll just be me
I'll just be real
Yet in reluctance and unwillingness
When the cheribum stood still
The wheels stood still just as well
As my cat finds her place on my computer table
But for me such ill will
Why are the ducks flying east!
I am brought again to the east gate
To meet you there again
For further inspiration
For my inexpensive blue Bic pen
Our sign to warn the crew members
Of a low bridge as if a tunnel is approaching...
8-22-15
Calamity is waiting for a time to get through to you
In all temperament
The combination of mental and emotional traits
Of one who lives for the morning light
Have time to say how do you do
Like a seaside zoo
Manifested by peculiaralities
Often by discrimination
To submit to conventional rules
We count as the advantage
As an opportunity to rub elbows with them
And be a blessing and a sensation
Your slain whom you have laid in the midst
They are your meat
And this city is the cauldron
Go on out You're mother's calling you,,,,
Predisposition
8-22-15
Up since four
We had a lot of good laughs together
And the tuning of the keyboard
So that it could be played in all keys
Without further tuning
For our branches to be pruning
I am the bush and she is the saw
For predisposition
Our fact and condition
To set out on another mission
To think optimistically
And make susceptible to ourselves
All that is liable to dispose beforehand
As an inclination for bias
And to furnish our tendency in all reluctance
O, what can this mean to you and I
But to form another question "Why!"
Up since four....
Telltale
8-22-15
Tattletale, talebearer and informer
Telltale, quite revealing
down at the corner
At my cul-de-sac of opportunity
I'm still trying to reach them
As one to teach them
Serving to reveal
I'll just be me
I'll just be real
Yet in reluctance and unwillingness
When the cheribum stood still
The wheels stood still just as well
As my cat finds her place on my computer table
But for me such ill will
Why are the ducks flying east!
I am brought again to the east gate
To meet you there again
For further inspiration
For my inexpensive blue Bic pen
Our sign to warn the crew members
Of a low bridge as if a tunnel is approaching...
habituation
Habituation
8-22-15
Come the Spirit of the chase
And foreclosure on the dream
To accustom and habituate
Coming into new use
And to take and have effect
To frequent, to cause habituation
For the situation
Those visions never seen
We had some good laughs
Until all is lost
And personal holocaust
And psychological tolerance to such a drug
Our reality nicotine frequent and profuse
All I want is coffee and smoke
I don't care about juice
Barren land once filled the need
Seven days of this after God smote the river
Another soul to deliver
Next sign, a plague of frogs
Out of the mouths of dragons
We get back on these wagons....
"Wheel"
8-22-15
Slipping away from an iron breadth
A handbreadth
Compared to the distance to the far wall
So is the rest of eternity
We find the solution in the early morning sky
Taking time of it to put it into the hands
Of the men clothed with linen
For wicked leaders yet to be judged
They are called in my hearing "Wheel"
For the body of flesh
It's about how I feel
Time to see if it works for me
And play a song entitled "Deal"
By the river Chebar
We see again the morning star....
Kneadingtroughs
8-22-15
Mushroom habit forming
Is my music of morning
To which one is conforming
What a lot of fleeting matters adorning
Accustomed and acclimated
Talk about your lucky penny
I chose not to pick her up
Soon she will be here with my drugs
Come frogs into ovens and kneadingtroughs
Profuse and giving freely
God knows
In abundant and in great amount
O, come thy fount
My cat almost spilled my coffee
Almost doesn't count
The fish in the river die
I make a wish today
For a natural contact high
Sometimes I feel like the craziest man on the block
Jumping into ovens and kneadingtroughs
Mushroom habit forming
And another smoke down at the bench....
Vision Of The Slaying
8-22-15
Giving my baby twenty-four good reasons
Coming to acceptance to the changing of seasons
Don't neglect what soon is to come to pass
Enjoy it while it lasts
The dew upon the grass
Aces crawling up and down your sleeve
Of the land shark that can kick my ass
No worries about the litter box today
she does her thing but I come to my acceptance
As September is coming soon
Next sign, lice in man and beast
O, be nice and put on today the feast
Working the clay into its unknown mixture
Frogs only in the river Nile
And swarms of flies around our eyes
Enough of the lies
Plenty of music to work with...
8-22-15
Come the Spirit of the chase
And foreclosure on the dream
To accustom and habituate
Coming into new use
And to take and have effect
To frequent, to cause habituation
For the situation
Those visions never seen
We had some good laughs
Until all is lost
And personal holocaust
And psychological tolerance to such a drug
Our reality nicotine frequent and profuse
All I want is coffee and smoke
I don't care about juice
Barren land once filled the need
Seven days of this after God smote the river
Another soul to deliver
Next sign, a plague of frogs
Out of the mouths of dragons
We get back on these wagons....
"Wheel"
8-22-15
Slipping away from an iron breadth
A handbreadth
Compared to the distance to the far wall
So is the rest of eternity
We find the solution in the early morning sky
Taking time of it to put it into the hands
Of the men clothed with linen
For wicked leaders yet to be judged
They are called in my hearing "Wheel"
For the body of flesh
It's about how I feel
Time to see if it works for me
And play a song entitled "Deal"
By the river Chebar
We see again the morning star....
Kneadingtroughs
8-22-15
Mushroom habit forming
Is my music of morning
To which one is conforming
What a lot of fleeting matters adorning
Accustomed and acclimated
Talk about your lucky penny
I chose not to pick her up
Soon she will be here with my drugs
Come frogs into ovens and kneadingtroughs
Profuse and giving freely
God knows
In abundant and in great amount
O, come thy fount
My cat almost spilled my coffee
Almost doesn't count
The fish in the river die
I make a wish today
For a natural contact high
Sometimes I feel like the craziest man on the block
Jumping into ovens and kneadingtroughs
Mushroom habit forming
And another smoke down at the bench....
Vision Of The Slaying
8-22-15
Giving my baby twenty-four good reasons
Coming to acceptance to the changing of seasons
Don't neglect what soon is to come to pass
Enjoy it while it lasts
The dew upon the grass
Aces crawling up and down your sleeve
Of the land shark that can kick my ass
No worries about the litter box today
she does her thing but I come to my acceptance
As September is coming soon
Next sign, lice in man and beast
O, be nice and put on today the feast
Working the clay into its unknown mixture
Frogs only in the river Nile
And swarms of flies around our eyes
Enough of the lies
Plenty of music to work with...
mettle
Mettle
8-22-15
If you're fighting to live
It's okay to die
I cash my check so I'll have something to give
As I cease to ask O, why!
By mass departure and emigration of the Israelites
From Egypt under the rule of Moses
Our Exodus for self-respect
And feelings of gratification
From association with something laudable
But not of arrogance or conceit
O, how beautiful are my feet
The bull is the pride of the herd
Go after him through the city and kill
Do not let your eye spare
For the mettle of the horse
For the coffee kettle
That says, "Of course!"....
Pros and Cons Of Pride
8-22-15
For egotism and vanity and pride
Keeps ones sanity for a favorable view of ones own appearance
For adventures and achievements for splendor and magnificence
The bull is the pride of the herd
God wants us to live life more abundantly
I know not your God nor will I let your people go
Ah, Lord God
Will you destroy the remnant
Heretofore our tale and quota of bricks
For a moment my cat blocks my light
Clinging onto life by the skin of my teeth
To scold, to reproach and to chide
And to find again in ones pride
Pebbles are scattered to gather stubble
Instead of straw
I am of uncircumcised lips...
Unregenerate
8-22-15
according to the covenant
We are given the land of Canaan
The land of their pilgrimage
Just like the pied piper
Are led rats to the streets
Soon I step out for another smoke
And try to forget about bed sheets
Wherein we were strangers
I remember my promise told not to swear at all
They hearkened not for the anguish of Spirit
Yet heathen and unregenerate
I am not exempt
Yet unrepentant, obstinate and unyielding
Wicked, sinful and dissolute
I pour another cup and make rock my flute
To begin again at my sanctuary...
Reform (Better Than Genocide)
8-22-15
Dancing like marionettes
I am of uncircumcised lips
Say not this when you go on your day trips
Regenerate, reformed
Born again spiritually
Can anyone be as such!
We emphatically inquire
By improvement and amendment
In molds and casts
Of pewter in my vocational rehab days of such a glory
I return to tell my story
Yet to reconstruct and return to a liquid state
Aaron takes Elisheba to wife
And bears four sons
But for what but to begin new nations
A better deal than genocide
Just because by the hollow of your hands
The bible scholar understands.....
Inure
8-22-15
Palatable dignity and balance for all
For Nadab and Abihu
Just to get through to you
For Eleazar and Ithamar
To go out an see again the morning star
I walk up and down my lot in no need to go back into town
Reconstructed by my computer repaired while rebooted
As sorcerers do enchantments
And Pharaoh's heart is hardened
To which Moses is made a god
And we find this not odd
Back in the corner
We're caught up in the race
To inure and to accustom
Today I'm in a better place
And soon the sun comes up
On all of our glory
To take and have effect like ones story....
8-22-15
If you're fighting to live
It's okay to die
I cash my check so I'll have something to give
As I cease to ask O, why!
By mass departure and emigration of the Israelites
From Egypt under the rule of Moses
Our Exodus for self-respect
And feelings of gratification
From association with something laudable
But not of arrogance or conceit
O, how beautiful are my feet
The bull is the pride of the herd
Go after him through the city and kill
Do not let your eye spare
For the mettle of the horse
For the coffee kettle
That says, "Of course!"....
Pros and Cons Of Pride
8-22-15
For egotism and vanity and pride
Keeps ones sanity for a favorable view of ones own appearance
For adventures and achievements for splendor and magnificence
The bull is the pride of the herd
God wants us to live life more abundantly
I know not your God nor will I let your people go
Ah, Lord God
Will you destroy the remnant
Heretofore our tale and quota of bricks
For a moment my cat blocks my light
Clinging onto life by the skin of my teeth
To scold, to reproach and to chide
And to find again in ones pride
Pebbles are scattered to gather stubble
Instead of straw
I am of uncircumcised lips...
Unregenerate
8-22-15
according to the covenant
We are given the land of Canaan
The land of their pilgrimage
Just like the pied piper
Are led rats to the streets
Soon I step out for another smoke
And try to forget about bed sheets
Wherein we were strangers
I remember my promise told not to swear at all
They hearkened not for the anguish of Spirit
Yet heathen and unregenerate
I am not exempt
Yet unrepentant, obstinate and unyielding
Wicked, sinful and dissolute
I pour another cup and make rock my flute
To begin again at my sanctuary...
Reform (Better Than Genocide)
8-22-15
Dancing like marionettes
I am of uncircumcised lips
Say not this when you go on your day trips
Regenerate, reformed
Born again spiritually
Can anyone be as such!
We emphatically inquire
By improvement and amendment
In molds and casts
Of pewter in my vocational rehab days of such a glory
I return to tell my story
Yet to reconstruct and return to a liquid state
Aaron takes Elisheba to wife
And bears four sons
But for what but to begin new nations
A better deal than genocide
Just because by the hollow of your hands
The bible scholar understands.....
Inure
8-22-15
Palatable dignity and balance for all
For Nadab and Abihu
Just to get through to you
For Eleazar and Ithamar
To go out an see again the morning star
I walk up and down my lot in no need to go back into town
Reconstructed by my computer repaired while rebooted
As sorcerers do enchantments
And Pharaoh's heart is hardened
To which Moses is made a god
And we find this not odd
Back in the corner
We're caught up in the race
To inure and to accustom
Today I'm in a better place
And soon the sun comes up
On all of our glory
To take and have effect like ones story....
torpedo
Torpedo
8-22-15
On my way to impact
Mass production quite impressive
Only by the Spirit of God
As so installed is our lightning rod
He saw our affliction
He knows their sorrow
It's just my addiction
I want to quit tomorrow
Sent to deliver them out of Egypt
To lend and not to borrow
God and gather all the elders
Tell them I bring you out of bondage
To a land flowing with milk and honey
In hopes to in this make my money
I'm a dirt torpedo
In hopes for another day sunny
Yet to reinvent the heroes
They by which one gets hung
Returning to my former habits
Practice, belief and condition
Ready today for another mission....
Go Gather
8-22-15
Go gather the elders
Existing in a wild state
A feral cat is nothing to hate
Not domesticated nor cultivated
Ferocious, savage and brutal
Having returned to the wild state
Courteous to partake
Pertaining to home and family and household affairs
Pertaining to ones own particular country
For the trade of the native engaged in war
Maybe not a mutant and maybe a man
I quote them as if the words were my own
Take fire from among the wheels
And from among the cherubim
To see the way that it feels
Go, gather the elders....
Spokesman Revisited
8-22-15
Downright cunning
No longer gunning
To take the animal by breeding
O, is Christ still bleeding
The blind into the ditch so is leading
Life's systems disconnect
Three day's journey into the wilderness to sacrifice
If the bible scholar is connected
You will do wonders before the Pharaoh
That will deceive the very elect
Aaron to assist Moses
Plenty of time to stop and smell the roses
Kill them all and you're a god
I will be your mouth when things go south
To take the rod and do signs
Pour the water on dry ground
And it becometh blood
Let those who have charge over the city draw near....
On Exodus 4:10 (look this up)
8-22-15
I am not eloquent
So I once said in my grade school days
As so the rod becomes the serpent
And the hand becomes as leporous as snow
And soon it will be time to go
Some still say that they will not believe me
As Aaron speaks well with much to buy and sell
With my bible as an implement of war
Take this rod and do signs
Speak directly to God
And find plunder in these mines
Come the destiny of a crooked schemer
The Lord will harden the Pharaoh's heart
So he will not let the people go
I am not eloquent.....
8-22-15
On my way to impact
Mass production quite impressive
Only by the Spirit of God
As so installed is our lightning rod
He saw our affliction
He knows their sorrow
It's just my addiction
I want to quit tomorrow
Sent to deliver them out of Egypt
To lend and not to borrow
God and gather all the elders
Tell them I bring you out of bondage
To a land flowing with milk and honey
In hopes to in this make my money
I'm a dirt torpedo
In hopes for another day sunny
Yet to reinvent the heroes
They by which one gets hung
Returning to my former habits
Practice, belief and condition
Ready today for another mission....
Go Gather
8-22-15
Go gather the elders
Existing in a wild state
A feral cat is nothing to hate
Not domesticated nor cultivated
Ferocious, savage and brutal
Having returned to the wild state
Courteous to partake
Pertaining to home and family and household affairs
Pertaining to ones own particular country
For the trade of the native engaged in war
Maybe not a mutant and maybe a man
I quote them as if the words were my own
Take fire from among the wheels
And from among the cherubim
To see the way that it feels
Go, gather the elders....
Spokesman Revisited
8-22-15
Downright cunning
No longer gunning
To take the animal by breeding
O, is Christ still bleeding
The blind into the ditch so is leading
Life's systems disconnect
Three day's journey into the wilderness to sacrifice
If the bible scholar is connected
You will do wonders before the Pharaoh
That will deceive the very elect
Aaron to assist Moses
Plenty of time to stop and smell the roses
Kill them all and you're a god
I will be your mouth when things go south
To take the rod and do signs
Pour the water on dry ground
And it becometh blood
Let those who have charge over the city draw near....
On Exodus 4:10 (look this up)
8-22-15
I am not eloquent
So I once said in my grade school days
As so the rod becomes the serpent
And the hand becomes as leporous as snow
And soon it will be time to go
Some still say that they will not believe me
As Aaron speaks well with much to buy and sell
With my bible as an implement of war
Take this rod and do signs
Speak directly to God
And find plunder in these mines
Come the destiny of a crooked schemer
The Lord will harden the Pharaoh's heart
So he will not let the people go
I am not eloquent.....
taskmasters
Taskmasters
8-22-15
Up and at it again at ten till four
Today I don't need to break down
setting over our children taskmasters
The pen, the quota and tale of bricks
To build treasure cities for Abraham
Pithom and Ramses
And no need to get down on ones knees
They were afraid of a war
That they might team up with Egypt's enemies
Starting out the day with Winger
Pharaoh is afraid of Israel
Being multiplied as they increased abundantly
A baby doesn't know the words to express it so he cries
Play your first hand of this game of solitaire
Out of the loins of Jacob seventy souls
It's a story with no such holes
Up and at it again....
I Still Want You
8-22-15
Eight hours till I see Mother
I want to treat her right
According to the advice of a brother
As Egypt made us to serve with rigor
And through every vein so flows my sugar
She's a poison angel also I am too
Look up in Exodus for further meanings
The midwives feared God and saved the male children alive
Just as well taking the ark of bulrushes
And daubed it in slime
Like a painter and his brushes
Like a poet and his pen and no crime
Egypt makes us to serve with rigor
And the sound of the wings of the cheribums was heard
Even in the other court
I still want you
But not as my last resort....
Piracy
8-22-15
You're the one that wanted to get up early
So accuses the enemy
Moses dwells in Midian
And I'm headed for a heartbreak
It's no mistake
I walk away to live again
God heard their cry and had pity on them
O, for heaven's sake
Another advertisement about putting a stop to piracy
These days recommended as we have already apprehended
Don't you think I feel the pain for robbery and illegal violence at sea
A treat for you and me
And unauthorized reproduction or use of copyrighted material
And waiting for suppertime to have yogurt and cereal
For my patent invention regal and imperial...
Patent
8-22-15
The stage is set, now pay the price
I won't forget about my main vice
For our patent and exclusive right
Granted to our invention
Readily open to notice
The battle seems unfair
The hunt is alive
And the poachers will survive
For open and unobstructed and bodily passages
You're so courageous
Where Moses kept Joseph's flock
This is it and I am entitled to all I can get a grip on
Out patent, I see the angel in the bush burned and not consumed
No contest as such has mushroomed
He saw the affliction of the people
O, who am I to say
The I Am has sent me.....
8-22-15
Up and at it again at ten till four
Today I don't need to break down
setting over our children taskmasters
The pen, the quota and tale of bricks
To build treasure cities for Abraham
Pithom and Ramses
And no need to get down on ones knees
They were afraid of a war
That they might team up with Egypt's enemies
Starting out the day with Winger
Pharaoh is afraid of Israel
Being multiplied as they increased abundantly
A baby doesn't know the words to express it so he cries
Play your first hand of this game of solitaire
Out of the loins of Jacob seventy souls
It's a story with no such holes
Up and at it again....
I Still Want You
8-22-15
Eight hours till I see Mother
I want to treat her right
According to the advice of a brother
As Egypt made us to serve with rigor
And through every vein so flows my sugar
She's a poison angel also I am too
Look up in Exodus for further meanings
The midwives feared God and saved the male children alive
Just as well taking the ark of bulrushes
And daubed it in slime
Like a painter and his brushes
Like a poet and his pen and no crime
Egypt makes us to serve with rigor
And the sound of the wings of the cheribums was heard
Even in the other court
I still want you
But not as my last resort....
Piracy
8-22-15
You're the one that wanted to get up early
So accuses the enemy
Moses dwells in Midian
And I'm headed for a heartbreak
It's no mistake
I walk away to live again
God heard their cry and had pity on them
O, for heaven's sake
Another advertisement about putting a stop to piracy
These days recommended as we have already apprehended
Don't you think I feel the pain for robbery and illegal violence at sea
A treat for you and me
And unauthorized reproduction or use of copyrighted material
And waiting for suppertime to have yogurt and cereal
For my patent invention regal and imperial...
Patent
8-22-15
The stage is set, now pay the price
I won't forget about my main vice
For our patent and exclusive right
Granted to our invention
Readily open to notice
The battle seems unfair
The hunt is alive
And the poachers will survive
For open and unobstructed and bodily passages
You're so courageous
Where Moses kept Joseph's flock
This is it and I am entitled to all I can get a grip on
Out patent, I see the angel in the bush burned and not consumed
No contest as such has mushroomed
He saw the affliction of the people
O, who am I to say
The I Am has sent me.....
let it fly
"Let It Fly"
8-21-15
You've got your rabbit's foot
Today I let it fly with soot
Trouble in the air
I'd rather say that I don't care
O, Jesus how I love you
But I still break your laws
Persecution and execution
Many missed by Santa Clause
Such is a laugh and a half
If you get my drift
Today I'm counting my blessings
As Dan would be the servant by the narrow Way
Trouble in the ocean
By the drama of melancholy emotion
Schisms of the damned responsibility and blame
My eye will not spare nor will I have pity
The temple again is defiled
And my hair by improvisation is styled
For the pool of tears beneath my feet
Let it fly....
Progenitor
8-21-15
With every leaf that trembles
Another constellation assembles
As I moderate my air to release the pain of idleness
Never will I be satisfied
I keep the hunger for which many today have stolen and lied
Prevailing above the blessings of all progenitors
Benjamin will ravish and prowl
Like the wolf for something taken as a prey
By salt taken at the end of another wonderful day
For despoliation and act of circumstance
I'm hanging in the balance
As I will take the next dance
Saying hello is quite enough
For despoliation and plunder
And the pressure we are no longer under
No, not even in skies of thunder
Praise God it's noon
Exactly the time that the album has ended.....
A Tap (Beyond Jordan)
8-21-15
Jacob charged the twelve tribes
As I mean to send them positive vibes
These birds fly away happy
Finding their cloves and chives
I cherish this day
As if it were my last
The slow one now will later be fast
Let those who have charge of the city draw near
The raven is released from the ark
And no one is to be left in the dark
He looked for work and money
By the igniting of the spark
In the fields of Ephron the Hittite
As so the ego says that he wants to always be right
Commanded to bury him in Canaan
In the cave yet to come to the threshing floor of Atad
As one to conclude that life isn't so bad
For former days of embalming fulfilled
I do it for Jesus and not for my pride....
Abelmizraim
8-21-15
Said to be saved but still feeling lost
Of the smoke I have craved
Another bridge over troubled waters is crossed
Ye thought evil against me
As salad is tossed
God meant it unto me as good
Joseph lives to be a hundred and ten
As I plow on through with my pen
Joseph embalmed in Egypt yet to be buried
Water is greatly appreciated
As such love has carried
And the cherub stretched out his hand
Given into the hands of men clothed in linen
Calling it Abelmizraim
Meaning Egyptian mourners
And all is well with my soul...
Something To Look Forward To
8-21-15
God has reasons when bad stuff happens
I hope it doesn't happen to me
As I hang by a thread of my mobile swings
Like a pendulum two words fill my head
And fall to the flock
Stepping out
Giving me something to look forward to
Children multiplied and are fruitful
Increasing abundantly
May not my words be as such a discouragement
Out of the loins of Jacob seventy souls
It's a restless and hungry feeling
On this forever Friday afternoon
I'm still looking for something
In a need to be able to prove it
To be true and to be yet blunt with you....
I Will Have Better Days
8-21-15
My squid is cut
Dipped in marinara
Wondering if it's a sin to discourage the newcomers
Setting over them taskmasters
As one to accept calamity and disasters
Easier said than done
Today I get a little bit too much sun
I put my trust in God that I will have better days
Gone up from the cherub noteworthy
I wait to be just as I am
A bullet from the back of a rush
See her burn for in this there is much to learn
Only a rookie in the competition
Soon I surrender to the task
And perhaps have a dream about a big mac...
8-21-15
You've got your rabbit's foot
Today I let it fly with soot
Trouble in the air
I'd rather say that I don't care
O, Jesus how I love you
But I still break your laws
Persecution and execution
Many missed by Santa Clause
Such is a laugh and a half
If you get my drift
Today I'm counting my blessings
As Dan would be the servant by the narrow Way
Trouble in the ocean
By the drama of melancholy emotion
Schisms of the damned responsibility and blame
My eye will not spare nor will I have pity
The temple again is defiled
And my hair by improvisation is styled
For the pool of tears beneath my feet
Let it fly....
Progenitor
8-21-15
With every leaf that trembles
Another constellation assembles
As I moderate my air to release the pain of idleness
Never will I be satisfied
I keep the hunger for which many today have stolen and lied
Prevailing above the blessings of all progenitors
Benjamin will ravish and prowl
Like the wolf for something taken as a prey
By salt taken at the end of another wonderful day
For despoliation and act of circumstance
I'm hanging in the balance
As I will take the next dance
Saying hello is quite enough
For despoliation and plunder
And the pressure we are no longer under
No, not even in skies of thunder
Praise God it's noon
Exactly the time that the album has ended.....
A Tap (Beyond Jordan)
8-21-15
Jacob charged the twelve tribes
As I mean to send them positive vibes
These birds fly away happy
Finding their cloves and chives
I cherish this day
As if it were my last
The slow one now will later be fast
Let those who have charge of the city draw near
The raven is released from the ark
And no one is to be left in the dark
He looked for work and money
By the igniting of the spark
In the fields of Ephron the Hittite
As so the ego says that he wants to always be right
Commanded to bury him in Canaan
In the cave yet to come to the threshing floor of Atad
As one to conclude that life isn't so bad
For former days of embalming fulfilled
I do it for Jesus and not for my pride....
Abelmizraim
8-21-15
Said to be saved but still feeling lost
Of the smoke I have craved
Another bridge over troubled waters is crossed
Ye thought evil against me
As salad is tossed
God meant it unto me as good
Joseph lives to be a hundred and ten
As I plow on through with my pen
Joseph embalmed in Egypt yet to be buried
Water is greatly appreciated
As such love has carried
And the cherub stretched out his hand
Given into the hands of men clothed in linen
Calling it Abelmizraim
Meaning Egyptian mourners
And all is well with my soul...
Something To Look Forward To
8-21-15
God has reasons when bad stuff happens
I hope it doesn't happen to me
As I hang by a thread of my mobile swings
Like a pendulum two words fill my head
And fall to the flock
Stepping out
Giving me something to look forward to
Children multiplied and are fruitful
Increasing abundantly
May not my words be as such a discouragement
Out of the loins of Jacob seventy souls
It's a restless and hungry feeling
On this forever Friday afternoon
I'm still looking for something
In a need to be able to prove it
To be true and to be yet blunt with you....
I Will Have Better Days
8-21-15
My squid is cut
Dipped in marinara
Wondering if it's a sin to discourage the newcomers
Setting over them taskmasters
As one to accept calamity and disasters
Easier said than done
Today I get a little bit too much sun
I put my trust in God that I will have better days
Gone up from the cherub noteworthy
I wait to be just as I am
A bullet from the back of a rush
See her burn for in this there is much to learn
Only a rookie in the competition
Soon I surrender to the task
And perhaps have a dream about a big mac...
consumer
Consumer
8-8-15
On this forever Saturday afternoon
I seek to stay at it
And to wake tomorrow not too late and not too soon
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
And when I stay at home I'm already at camp
They have not been humbled
As upon their pride they stumbled
Lacking everything to be consumed by sword and famine
Taking courage to open another can of tuna and salmon
As for the word you have spoken
May tomorrow's singing out of my heart be my true token
Have you forgotten the wickedness of your fathers
Where we are not to judge them
As so you ask do I know
And I say no!
Baruch Warned
8-8-15
Baruch warned of Self-seeking
A Christian scorned
Spiritually speaking
Time to forgive everyone that has ever wronged me
According to the multitude that hath thronged me
Lord, search me
Make me to know wisdom in the hidden parts
Jesus is born and time starts
Our prophesy against Egypt and poison darts
Serving as the remedy in weather charts
Not of this world
But we have to walk in it
It starts in our hearts
And works its way out
Losing all of their guilty stains
Do the analysis but count not your pains
This do in remembrance of me
Not to get to heaven but just to remember...
Like Snapping Turtles
8-8-15
Life today is a test
And I've already passed it with flying colors
And crawling small sounds
Like snapping turtles
Amongst the aspens and the myrtles
Concerning the army of Pharaoh
I could choose to put it all down till tomorrow
For my sweet Beulah land
I still seek to understand
For a matter of rejection
For ones own well being
For the parable of the great supper
I get something to eat
So I can doze off
He has made the valley his higher ground
Homesick for a country for which I've never been before....
The Lord's Day
8-9-15
Mountain in the shadow of light
Morning birds sing
I'm in for a fight
It's the Lord's day again
At the chime of six
I turn to face the music man
Made a great supper and bade many
And I am happy even if I'm not getting any
Out there the matter of rejection
Another declining on the invitation
I will follow you
Pain and fear affects the greatest of Christians
To what end but to recoil and cower in your corner
As the heart affects behavior
Do you really want me with all of this baggage
We make excuses not to show up
And again fill my coffee cup
I'm ready to face another day
Today's the Lord's day....
Today I Show
8-9-15
I pray thee let me be excused
So said I when I didn't want to go
But today I show and let Jesus know
Go out and invite the poor, the maimed and the halt
You made it here
Halleluliah
The black rain falls on me
Bleeding hard
God wants his house for empty seats at my row
Tell me something
The Maker of the house is happy
For skin and the stars we embrace
Come the purpose
Yeah, there is room
In the churches where the rejected are accepted
Come this huge feast called salvation
Today I show...
8-8-15
On this forever Saturday afternoon
I seek to stay at it
And to wake tomorrow not too late and not too soon
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
And when I stay at home I'm already at camp
They have not been humbled
As upon their pride they stumbled
Lacking everything to be consumed by sword and famine
Taking courage to open another can of tuna and salmon
As for the word you have spoken
May tomorrow's singing out of my heart be my true token
Have you forgotten the wickedness of your fathers
Where we are not to judge them
As so you ask do I know
And I say no!
Baruch Warned
8-8-15
Baruch warned of Self-seeking
A Christian scorned
Spiritually speaking
Time to forgive everyone that has ever wronged me
According to the multitude that hath thronged me
Lord, search me
Make me to know wisdom in the hidden parts
Jesus is born and time starts
Our prophesy against Egypt and poison darts
Serving as the remedy in weather charts
Not of this world
But we have to walk in it
It starts in our hearts
And works its way out
Losing all of their guilty stains
Do the analysis but count not your pains
This do in remembrance of me
Not to get to heaven but just to remember...
Like Snapping Turtles
8-8-15
Life today is a test
And I've already passed it with flying colors
And crawling small sounds
Like snapping turtles
Amongst the aspens and the myrtles
Concerning the army of Pharaoh
I could choose to put it all down till tomorrow
For my sweet Beulah land
I still seek to understand
For a matter of rejection
For ones own well being
For the parable of the great supper
I get something to eat
So I can doze off
He has made the valley his higher ground
Homesick for a country for which I've never been before....
The Lord's Day
8-9-15
Mountain in the shadow of light
Morning birds sing
I'm in for a fight
It's the Lord's day again
At the chime of six
I turn to face the music man
Made a great supper and bade many
And I am happy even if I'm not getting any
Out there the matter of rejection
Another declining on the invitation
I will follow you
Pain and fear affects the greatest of Christians
To what end but to recoil and cower in your corner
As the heart affects behavior
Do you really want me with all of this baggage
We make excuses not to show up
And again fill my coffee cup
I'm ready to face another day
Today's the Lord's day....
Today I Show
8-9-15
I pray thee let me be excused
So said I when I didn't want to go
But today I show and let Jesus know
Go out and invite the poor, the maimed and the halt
You made it here
Halleluliah
The black rain falls on me
Bleeding hard
God wants his house for empty seats at my row
Tell me something
The Maker of the house is happy
For skin and the stars we embrace
Come the purpose
Yeah, there is room
In the churches where the rejected are accepted
Come this huge feast called salvation
Today I show...
delta
Delta
8-8-15
Of our Hanes in the delta of the Nile
For growing pains
Staying cool like it's going out of style
No such torrential rains
Back and forth I walk one more mile
Of our Tahpanhes
We line up in single file
Moderating the air flow
As one to let again Jesus know
Behold I will bring my servant
And tomorrow I will go
Who makes the bed that can't be made
Rising like a flood
My bills are paid
Another one for Azariah
I get a little bit of help along the way
As all of the proud men spoke
By the lighting of another smoke
Do I speak falsely!
Will I go again broke!
Message To Jews In Egypt
8-8-15
Met another sister
Encountered another distant brother
I reach my inner Mister and call up Mother
Playing the Simon and Garfunkel debut album
He brought joy into my heart
Taking elders with them
They teach at Succoth
For thorns in the wilderness and briers
I feel like Lying down
But I had too much caffeine to sleep
The hour herself retires
To beat down the tower of Penuel
To bang the gong and chime the bell
Go up and slay them
Take away the ornaments on camels' necks
Where players deal with their full decks...
Into Elephantine
8-8-15
To the sword
Those appointed for the sword
For the Lord
This here will serve as my cord
A river with many branches
Enough water purchased
As much as one thirsty can afford
South into Elephantine
One of the most interesting maps I have seen
West into Migdol
I bide the day in rhyme
O, who will speak with kind words
You have seen all of the calamity
I bring upon cities of Judah
I need all my grain
Even for Allah and Buddha
For Beth Shemesh
And coffee hot and fresh
So my fury and my anger were poured out
In the streets and they are wasted and desolate
Weary enough to lie down in clean sheets
How do you always be faithful
I am broken in more ways than one...
8-8-15
Of our Hanes in the delta of the Nile
For growing pains
Staying cool like it's going out of style
No such torrential rains
Back and forth I walk one more mile
Of our Tahpanhes
We line up in single file
Moderating the air flow
As one to let again Jesus know
Behold I will bring my servant
And tomorrow I will go
Who makes the bed that can't be made
Rising like a flood
My bills are paid
Another one for Azariah
I get a little bit of help along the way
As all of the proud men spoke
By the lighting of another smoke
Do I speak falsely!
Will I go again broke!
Message To Jews In Egypt
8-8-15
Met another sister
Encountered another distant brother
I reach my inner Mister and call up Mother
Playing the Simon and Garfunkel debut album
He brought joy into my heart
Taking elders with them
They teach at Succoth
For thorns in the wilderness and briers
I feel like Lying down
But I had too much caffeine to sleep
The hour herself retires
To beat down the tower of Penuel
To bang the gong and chime the bell
Go up and slay them
Take away the ornaments on camels' necks
Where players deal with their full decks...
Into Elephantine
8-8-15
To the sword
Those appointed for the sword
For the Lord
This here will serve as my cord
A river with many branches
Enough water purchased
As much as one thirsty can afford
South into Elephantine
One of the most interesting maps I have seen
West into Migdol
I bide the day in rhyme
O, who will speak with kind words
You have seen all of the calamity
I bring upon cities of Judah
I need all my grain
Even for Allah and Buddha
For Beth Shemesh
And coffee hot and fresh
So my fury and my anger were poured out
In the streets and they are wasted and desolate
Weary enough to lie down in clean sheets
How do you always be faithful
I am broken in more ways than one...
Monday, September 7, 2015
great is the mystery
Great Is The Mystery
8-8-15
slaying Oreb and killing Zeeb
But for what but for the winepress
And another subtle caress
Why has thou served us and called us not
They did chide with them sharply
And my life is a mess
To preach unto the Gentiles
I take the pen seven more miles
It's too hot to sleep
And time is running away
I still have the scars
Giving me a lot to say
Another coffee break at Barnes
Seen of angels justified in the Spirit
By the reeling of cotton yarns
Great is the mystery of godliness
Acts chapter one
Back into heaven
For beef jerky at seven eleven
All is familiar
In no strange leaven....
Vintage Of Abiezer
8-8-15
So shall it be
With all the men who set their faces
To go to Egypt to dwell
So as it is for my diligent pen
Running races in our heatwave and dry spell
For the famine of which you were afraid
I have my stories to tell
Gleaning the grapes of Ephraim
It is a sweet smell
Better than the vintage of Abiezar
Beginning to hear voices
When there's no one around
Tomorrow is another mission
The love that I know is taking a long time to die
Fifteen thousand at Karkor with coasts
Soon time to print out a few more posts
If this is all I do today
Then indeed I do well...
I Wish To Quit
8-8-15
Turning it over to Paul Simon for some middle ground
Love is an easy game we would like to think
A little more of the same
I make clean again my kitchen sink
Praying for a sister
I met up with very early this morning
Going as far as Tahpanhes
Saying to take large stones and recharge your phones
Come the message to the Jews in Egypt
For melting mint chocolate chip ice cream cones
Into Heliopolis and then into Noph
Out travels are all cut out for us
And no more as doubt for us
Out of Mizphah into Lachish
Light another smoke and make a wish to quit
For the cause of beer battered fish....
8-8-15
slaying Oreb and killing Zeeb
But for what but for the winepress
And another subtle caress
Why has thou served us and called us not
They did chide with them sharply
And my life is a mess
To preach unto the Gentiles
I take the pen seven more miles
It's too hot to sleep
And time is running away
I still have the scars
Giving me a lot to say
Another coffee break at Barnes
Seen of angels justified in the Spirit
By the reeling of cotton yarns
Great is the mystery of godliness
Acts chapter one
Back into heaven
For beef jerky at seven eleven
All is familiar
In no strange leaven....
Vintage Of Abiezer
8-8-15
So shall it be
With all the men who set their faces
To go to Egypt to dwell
So as it is for my diligent pen
Running races in our heatwave and dry spell
For the famine of which you were afraid
I have my stories to tell
Gleaning the grapes of Ephraim
It is a sweet smell
Better than the vintage of Abiezar
Beginning to hear voices
When there's no one around
Tomorrow is another mission
The love that I know is taking a long time to die
Fifteen thousand at Karkor with coasts
Soon time to print out a few more posts
If this is all I do today
Then indeed I do well...
I Wish To Quit
8-8-15
Turning it over to Paul Simon for some middle ground
Love is an easy game we would like to think
A little more of the same
I make clean again my kitchen sink
Praying for a sister
I met up with very early this morning
Going as far as Tahpanhes
Saying to take large stones and recharge your phones
Come the message to the Jews in Egypt
For melting mint chocolate chip ice cream cones
Into Heliopolis and then into Noph
Out travels are all cut out for us
And no more as doubt for us
Out of Mizphah into Lachish
Light another smoke and make a wish to quit
For the cause of beer battered fish....
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