fertile

Fertile
11-29-15

I suppose that this is as light as it gets
Almost eight in the morning
And still as dark as night
Exaggerating just a tad
But still choosing to be joyful and glad
Absolute, restive, definite, certain
Not mixed or adulterated, pure
No need to draw the curtain rent in the midst
Happiness is relative
I pray that we work out the misunderstanding
We get our wires crossed
Having its specific nature
Only by what is relative
In the land of Uz
Fertile and ambiguous....




It Matters
11-29-15

Drums on stage left and right
And Lesh on the base
The surviving members
One last show, fare thee well
I request it for Christmas
I'm the luckiest boy on the planet
Our prince will be clothed in desolation
And the hands of the people of the land be troubled from the loins up
Brightness as the color of amber
Lord God, no comma
I do unto them after their way
And they shall know that I am
As Zophar chatters
And I believe that it matters.....





Ulster
11-29-15

I was ready to wake up and have coffee
But I realized it was only eleven at night
So I rose one hour later and went back to sleep
In and out of consciousness till seven
What's the point in calling shots
According to their desserts will I judge them
Soon I will be on my way
Clad on my ulster of Irish frieze
Across the ambitious sea
May the day perish when I was born
Naked I come from my mother's womb
And naked shall I return
The Lord gave, the Lord taketh away
Let me sing your blues away today.....