Friday, October 23, 2015

tassel

Tassel
6-22-15

He executes justice
For all who are oppressed
Soon time to get out clean clothes
And for a bath get undressed
Soon time to turn and face the day
And to be someone's guest
And their descendants will be established before you
By my pendant ornament and tassel of its knob
When it all belongs to God
There's nothing to lock up
And nothing for anyone to rob
God will take care of the hornet's nest
In crockery and earthenware
In classic Yes of truth or dare
I can still write of fungi and mushrooms
When I know God's promise of a mansion of many rooms....





I Smell Fish Sticks
6-22-15

My heart is stricken and withered like grass
My hair doth thicken
As I saddle up my ass
My plea, my unchanging God yet green
Yet unfledged yet crude and crass
No better state than to be compassed with the friction of the day
Ye compassed Mount Seir long enough
Turn ye northward and get on with the day
Undeserving, that's what we are
More than come what may
I smell fish sticks
Where I make wish tricks
As in my ravenous days of all superfluity
God wants us to live life more abundantly.....




Review
6-22-15

So the hornet's nest was my self fulfilled prophesy
Slept in till almost ten
Just wondering is a wasp capable of such fury
He weakened my strength in the Way
And shortened my days
One hour before my divine appointment is made
Yet to appear in his glory
Turning the podium over to Gregg Allman
I have not come to testify
But just to share a word or two
Of all that I've been through
Needing to quit going around in circles
Voices say take a walk
But common sense stands
That I ought to stay in and stay cool
As in us is the savor
Of our Wonderful Savior...




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