counterculture

Counterculture
12-30-15

Passing through Pisidia
To come to Pamphylia
Get on your boots again
Tonight I gave my heart and set my mind to know wisdom
This sore travail but love will never fail
Four bags to washing and dry costing me fifteen dollars
It's nice to have clean shirts
Confirming their souls
Playing lead roles
Given by God to sons of men
To be exercised and afflicted
And to fulfilment addicted
Conforming to this obligation
For the counterculture and prey taken by hawk and vulture
It's not a race, it's a journey...




My Serrate Robin
12-30-15

Here we come from out of the cradle
It's the emotion that swings the sky
A robin of chestnut-red breast
Yet dentate yet serrate
In self seeking servitude
And edification to get it done
Another spark of inspiration notched on the edge
I have seen all the works under the sun
And behold all is vanity and striving after the wind
Jesus has this one
I will sleep good tonight...




My Stuff
12-30-15

Slow degrees on the dark horizon
That which is crooked ought to be made straight
That which is wanting cannot be made numbered
One hour and a half to spare
I pray that I will be able
Of inward character
Qualities and capabilities
You have the right stuff
Of narrow cleft and gorge
We thought we'd share it
I give my heart to know wisdom
Today was a cat eat dog scene
And no one really lost
Our small canyon and gluttonous meal
I strut my stuff....





On Ecclesiastes 1:18
12-30-15

Of gullet and throat
For a letter or a note
Two are enough to leave a thousand cuts
One bag at a time
My friend, mileage, use, wear and profit
Expenses at a fixed rate
A way to take us out of ourselves
Sometimes the Spirit is too strong for the flesh too weak
Meeting my Timotheus
He will tell me something
For in much wisdom is much grief
Our allowance for travelling
Jesus has got this one
Our concavity between two slow teeth
In our convexity beneath
No more caffeine, please....