Jabot

Jabot
8-21-14

Of ruffle and jabot
It is good to know
Glad to have stayed home
Due to the state of my vesture
By which the scholar doth but grow
Of lace and cloth
Attached by my neckline
I require not the wisdom of a sign
Blessed are the meek and gentle
In that they no longer drink sweet wine
Blessed are the poor and humble
By our contention as a means to but stumble
This is all I want to do today about it
And it's just the way my cookie doth but crumble...




Jaboticaba
8-21-14

As judged and examined
As carnal and as fleshly
We cannot but grasp what lies in front of us
By such Brazilian Jaboticaba needles are soon to fall
For the cause of the Equinox
And our Christ is the only foundation to be laid down
For scotch on the rocks
O, blessed are those who go without it
Namely me for four years now
As so I shave my beard and my longer locks
By this keening and wailing
And God's love never failing
As judged and examined
As lamenting and bewailing.....




My Aphotic Axiom
8-21-14

As aphotic, as lightness and dark
O, Who will be your friend to ignite the spark of this scintillation
To incline an ear and to but hark
Denial today will be my walk in the park
Not the best way to come
But sometimes it will bring me hope
Blessed are the merciful
For they shall tie double knots in such rope
O, forgive and be forgiven
O, blessed are the undefiled in the Way
As these passages give me so much more to say
In self evident axioms
I find new ways to but pray.....





My Aphoristic Ode
8-21-14

Universally accepted
As a rule and principle and self evident
We take in these truths as if they are our own
To require no proof in casting our first stone
Aphoristic so it is to our taste in music
Sitting around all day by myself
Universally accepted
And as well in my denial
By my summary of these rewards
Offering to the lost a new promise
To be easily distinguished
O, blessed are those whom are persecuted
For theirs is the kingdom....





On Matthew 5:14 (dig this)
8-21-14

My father according to the flesh call them effing socialists
Stating it kindly
But still quite willing to mention it as effing liberals
Not a reason to not listen to their music
As all are Yours and yet own it all
Already at the entrances to heavy wooden doors
Yet faithful, yet trustworthy
In thoughts and in reasonings
Within the temple that is you
Of foreign seasonings
You are the light of the world
Hey man, I think we're lost....