acquiscent

Acquiescent
12-8-15

walking out not ashamed of the blood on my chin
No such fear or doubt
Today it's a win-win
For our Assyrian legal formula
O, how have you been let the hurdy-gurdy play
Nineveh of old
Is like a pool of water with fine mist
On my tete-a-tete
And no such worrit
Acquiescent and rampant
I am born to be a blessing to all that I see
And the palace is dissolved by another hairy equation solved
Time to go back to math class
Chin as smooth as a baby's rump
She is empty, resolute and waste
Where I try to give it up
Such is the beauty in it
I can always try again....





Halt, Halt (Repletion)
12-8-15

Halt, halt they cry
To humble and exalt
And forsake the question why in ones repletion
Of rife and no such wife
And no ill will nor strife
Because that's life as God intended
But don't sell yourself short
In that I take no man to court
Of more ecocide
I don't mean to pollute
In nothing like a smoke after brushing my teeth
Take spoil of silver
Take spoil of gold
There is no end of treasure
In widespread existence abundant and numerous
A love like yours and mine...




On My Tete a Tete
12-8-15

Of rampancy occurring without restraint
The poet and his pens
For the artist and his paint
No such grievance or complaint
On my tete-a-tete
Our private conversation
Is there such a thing as this
Lost in love without the intrusion of the third person
Don't leave me lonely
Surely God will do something revealing his secret
To the poets and servants
The sun is truly up
We have been quite fortunate
With days of skies of blue
And Jesus says "I love you"
By wealth of every desirable prize....




On Nahum 2:9 (read this book)
12-8-15

Breakthrough, straight back to you
A wicked counsellor is absolved of all
For the emptiers have emptied them out and ruined their vines
Stealing grapes that could have been as choice vintage wines
No end of wealth of every desirable prize
O, good tidings for he whom scatters under Cyaxares and Moropolassar
No more umbrage, offense nor resentment
Offering shade for what such is made
The Lord hath spoken
Who can but prophesy!
Breakthrough!