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...