supplanter

Supplanter
9-17-15

For Jacob the supplanter
And jackals in their pleasant places
Her time is near to come
God is grieved with those generations
So I sware they would not enter into my rest
Time for an Irish Spring bath
To volumbnize my locks
As a son over his own house
As a child I was fascinated with rocks
So I turn one over in search of a salamander
And find only an earthworm
How you are cut down to the ground
You whom strengthened the nations!
And I look for something else...





Medo-Persia
9-17-15

The tiny soul that hides from me
As a Son over his own house
I wish you could see my love
The night reveals your star filled sky
O, the joy I've found
God grieved with the generation that murmured
I look into the sun and I see her reflection
To bewilder and bemuse
They told me things about me
That I didn't know to wilder
And to lose ones way
How the golden city has ceased....