Wednesday, March 16, 2016

fir

Hello Fellow Fir
2-28-16

Please save me so I say
But she says save myself
Before of false prophets
In taking in classic authors on my shelf
You shall know them by their fruits
No man gathers grapes of thorns or figs of thistles
Today I have nothing to give but me being here
Dirty washing on the line
And footsteps on the sand
In hopes to bathe in the holy blood
Of the wine they offer
Baptized in the bottles of forgiveness
On the corner of moment and meaning
The land lives longer when we listen to the earth speak
Hello aspen
I see you are far from being very
Farewell fir
Save yourself...




Fruit On The Reese (For Myerene)
2-28-16

O, revive me according to your justice
I think of you as my range, good pal
O, tell it with you
I will have another smoke
I think of you as my shelter
On the Reese
I seek all love, joy and peace
All for Myerene
To you know how it feels
To issue no scars
All for Humboldt
And another trip to many
Naturalist and writer
A good tree brings forth fruit sweet
And the stranger gleans from the fallen grapes
Today I pay the price for apples
Yet on the branch
Deliver me according to your word....





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