handful

Handful Revisited
1-5-16

Reflecting and dissecting
selecting and no more rejecting
Tonight I do my thing God willing
For apples and pears
Coming just to make it one more day
And of thee I sing
With identity as ones illusion
Like a partridge that want to take wing
Like having a handful of water
We think to hold it
But it slips right through our fingers
I count on the miracle it take to decipher
All that is written here
It takes only a few ounces of water
To create a dense fog
For identity as such an illusion
As it comes to pass in Iconium
Into Derbe and Lystra
We will travel...




Almost Pink
1-5-16

Changing over to my pen red
Almost pink on fodder well fueled and fed
So I can hear myself think
The ways contract as linen or silk
Or to expand for well being
Going sight seeing
One thing off my fret list
I already passed my inspection
I made it, yeah, I did it
I should be good for almost the next month
And after they have tarried there a space
They are let go
In peace looking for "Letters To Sam"
To make the best of the battering ram
Two ways: contract or expand
With no such if, but or and....