Putty
9-9-15
Mystery is always near
As to us this history is dear northward against Michmash
Everywhere we go southward against Gibeah
And so much more for the scholar to know
For the forefront of one and putty composed of whiting of linseed oil
And coffee well ground for the securing of windowpanes
For the fertilization of soil for patch woodwork defects
Easily molded and influenced
But at least I like what I see when I look in the mirror
Where mystery is always near....
Hake
9-9-15
Drying oil obtained by pressing flaxseed
I prayed for love
Yeah, I even begged
In a Shaman's dream
I fear not the fear that might be
If I allow the enemy to get under my skin
For seeds of flax still I'm willing to pay that sin tax
For the kingfish and our lakes swallowed by sea snakes
The most venomous of the species
Nobody knows
This will be my form of prayer
Of pure-white chalk and idle talk
I end up being as the intercessor
If I cannot go in the flesh
Nobody knows...
On John 3:8
9-9-15
The wind blows where it list
As the scholar finally gets the gist
And thou heard the sound thereof and cannot tell whence it cometh
And a hungry man makes his food shopping list
Art thou a master!
You ought to know of such disaster
We speak as we do know
And testify that we have seen
And by the changing of the season
We are yet to go when the light turns green
For physician, doctor and hakeem
One has himself a new dream....
Eli Marked Her Mouth
9-9-15
Holy water in my lungs
She spoke in her heart and only her lips moved
O, put away the wine from thee
Turn the air conditioner off
O, God grant you thine petition
She went her way and did eat
Of countenance no more sad
Deciding that life is not really that bad
Coming to their house at Ramah
Never minding all of such melodrama
As Elkannah knew and the Lord remembered Hannah
Having a son named Samuel
Because I asked him of the Lord
But I'm darkened in this open space
For his love and grace
Fasting even while blessed today
I'm in a better place...
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