Thursday, March 17, 2016

double-dye

Double-Dye
2-29-16

I feel you too
For our double-dye votive
And dedicated in fulfilment
Come Apollo, god of medicine and poetry
They our annals of successive years
O, how I ramble
As my shopping trip will be a gamble
The Lord has done great things for us
And we are glad where roots are as descendants
She decks herself with jewels
O, lay beside me to visit upon her the days of Baalim
The door is locked now
But it's open to those whom come and see me...





Cramoisy
2-29-16

O, cramoisy do you care or even have compassion
Hiding in your ghetto
Therefore behold, I allure her
At the chime of five
I am up, at it, awake and alive
I bring her into the wilderness
And speak to her comfortable words
To give her vineyards from thence
Until it all makes perfect sense
And the valley of Achor for a door
Our six inch battlefield  in our skull
So is waged war
Out of the depths I cried  to you
And behold they cry out
What have we to do with thee
Back to bed for two more hours
As one to regain staying powers....





Love To Ration
2-29-16

Lay beside me and tell me what I've done
To call me Ishi and no more Baali
Soon I see the sun
Soon I will see it
Should I open up the door for you?
For out mounteback our flamboyant charlatan
We twaddle and prate
Curly headed and fillet of fish breaded
All for Croesis
Our last king of Lydia
O, curmudgeon where is your compassion
As such love to but ration....






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