assayer

Assayer
12-28-15

They lay hold on bow and spear
Knowing that in heaven there is no fear
Their voice roar like the sea
As we ask for more and just let it be
Anguish needs not take hold of us
With those kisses made free
They ride upon our horses
So that the view they may see
Set in array as men for peace on our behalf
They are all grievous revolters
Rebels walking with slanders of iron and brass
Crude and crass
But it doesn't need to be like this...





Twelve Years Later
12-28-15

Waiting for a brother that I might serve him coffee
I have set thee for a tower
As in compassion there is power
O, daughter of my people
I roll around another hour
The bellows are burned as the music sways
Starting out with the Boss
All is level at the cross
No medium here
It's just me or could it be
O, reprobate silver
And deep roots of another tree
The lead is consumed
The founder doth melt but not in vain
All my illusions slip away
In amending all ways and doings...





Horse-Flesh Driven
12-28-15

And it comes to bait in the first days that we just are
I was feeling sad for those who would stand without the gates pining
As I cause you to dwell in such a place of love, truth and grace
For reprobate silver and apostasy of tarnished gold
I love this time of year the most as does my pastor
Three days countdown to sweet sixteen
O, stand in the gate
And more horse-flesh on our joint-stool
She signed my yearbook
Saying, O stay cool
Yet to unriddle all that there has been said
I am happy to have served thee...