Thursday, December 17, 2015

Xuthus

Xuthus
11-25-15

Strangled with the pleasures of this life
To bring much fruit to perfection
Taking another step in the right direction
Some seed falls upon a rock
As forgiveness is the key to every lock
A tyro and a novice
God takes care of his flock
Of ophite mottled green
My rock as serpentine for Ophel
Whom casts a spell
And Xuthus our ancestor
Esther becomes queen
Another Mordecai for my files
Her cousin, an exiled Jew
Back into Babylon in the tenth month of Tebeth
She is the star of the season....




Bigthan (Doorkeeper)
11-25-15

Abib of Nisan
Our first month
We can celebrate even our calamity
For the Feast of Esther
She will be mine if I get back on the wagon
She will be my magic dragon
In my Tyropean valley
Out again I sally of diabase of igneous
A river hobo
Looking back
I still remember
I am proud to be his friend
Come indigenous sepoy
It works out much better
If you like the way you look in the mirror
No man when he light a candle tries to hide it
For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest
In travelling northwest.....




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