Day Jay
10-7-10
I seem to have been delivered
From many of my trials
For I suppose that God intends for me to live my life
Where I walk around the neighborhood
with singing and smiles
As I learn to walk in love
And renounce all discord and strife
Benefitting from the sunlight
That will fade to beautiful darkness soon
I wasn't out there to find somebody
For I was in quest to prove
That I am happy with what I am
I seem to tread in mud much more shallow
So that I can serve much better with what I've got....
Slept In Again
10-8-10
Woke up too late once again
But God knows I needed the rest
I was up last night with coughing spells
Hoping to be healed of this so that I can do my best
So I listen to John Bonham's drum solo
To wonder where can he be right now
Poetically I seem to have backslidden
So I just ramble on...
My Past Of Notoriety
10-8-10
I made peace with my past of notoriety
God gave me a thousand second chances at life
They could have killed me for the things I said
But they knew that I could change my ways
O, all of such hate
Following the day I have shaved my pale pate
I must have had twenty or more pseudonyms
In the days before I would consider the singing of hymns
It wasn't prejudice
It was just envy
I had it going for me
But I failed to express my gratitude
Yet it was all part of the growing...
I Need Not Forget
10-8-10
Yes, for the hundredth time
I will read the epistle
Where still blowing in the wind
Is the calyx of the dandelion and the thistle
Glad that my cough has subsided
In where with my gratitude I have confided
And I see my memories both good and bad as my treasure
For I have much I can write about
These should not be forgotten years
As I learn to appreciate my liver and my sour kruet
Maturing in my palate and refined in my taste
Learning how to not make haste.....
Saturday, April 30, 2016
unmask
Unmask
8-25-12
At the ripe young age of eighty-three
Aaron is unmasked
When he speaks to the Pharaoh
About the matters of what was yet to become
Of a people that had a need to be let go
As I seek an emancipation of my own
From this bondage of living
In the fear that in truth indeed
Is of that which is not serving as the illusion and enigma
As something to work out with my Maker
Tonight where I will spill it out all over my skin...
Just Weight
8-25-12
Ponderous is the situation put to music
Straight into my ear
Drums in their need to be once more enlightened
As awkward and unwieldy are the weights I still carry
On my back of those wine bottle adventures
That made me the man I am today
Of my backpack strap half torn down the middle
As my soul is rent in twain again
Only so that on this night
Again I will be One....
On Exodus 7:17
8-25-12
Yeah, the fish will die
As the river does stink
As signs done there make all of those Egyptians think
And I will be as the intercessor
For all of those who go out in the Exodus of modern times
As I wish them well on their way
Giving thanks to be one that will stay
Because I dig the architecture
And have not need to hear their lecture
As the signs are performed
And the water of this river
Will be as the blood in full effect.....
8-25-12
At the ripe young age of eighty-three
Aaron is unmasked
When he speaks to the Pharaoh
About the matters of what was yet to become
Of a people that had a need to be let go
As I seek an emancipation of my own
From this bondage of living
In the fear that in truth indeed
Is of that which is not serving as the illusion and enigma
As something to work out with my Maker
Tonight where I will spill it out all over my skin...
Just Weight
8-25-12
Ponderous is the situation put to music
Straight into my ear
Drums in their need to be once more enlightened
As awkward and unwieldy are the weights I still carry
On my back of those wine bottle adventures
That made me the man I am today
Of my backpack strap half torn down the middle
As my soul is rent in twain again
Only so that on this night
Again I will be One....
On Exodus 7:17
8-25-12
Yeah, the fish will die
As the river does stink
As signs done there make all of those Egyptians think
And I will be as the intercessor
For all of those who go out in the Exodus of modern times
As I wish them well on their way
Giving thanks to be one that will stay
Because I dig the architecture
And have not need to hear their lecture
As the signs are performed
And the water of this river
Will be as the blood in full effect.....
Friday, April 29, 2016
communion
Communion
8-25-12
There is communion of my contribution
When I go back to my class on my Tuesday
Of sharing with the group all that I have seen
On my darkest of days defined as this participation
That I choose on my own accord
In such a communion
Where we share one faith in the good Lord
Committing to memory the twelve sons of Jacob
For the purpose of communion
Of the things we all share
In coming together again....
Uncircumcised
8-25-12
I am yet uncircumcised
Dissolute, obstinate, heathen and unregenerate
And I suppose I will always be
These qualities in being just who I am
Still subject to submission to higher paths yet to travel
In repetitive dreams where I practice my future dayjob
In the next world I am given a glimpse of
In that I almost die there
Yet God has his mercy
And I wake again on a Sunday morning....
8-25-12
There is communion of my contribution
When I go back to my class on my Tuesday
Of sharing with the group all that I have seen
On my darkest of days defined as this participation
That I choose on my own accord
In such a communion
Where we share one faith in the good Lord
Committing to memory the twelve sons of Jacob
For the purpose of communion
Of the things we all share
In coming together again....
Uncircumcised
8-25-12
I am yet uncircumcised
Dissolute, obstinate, heathen and unregenerate
And I suppose I will always be
These qualities in being just who I am
Still subject to submission to higher paths yet to travel
In repetitive dreams where I practice my future dayjob
In the next world I am given a glimpse of
In that I almost die there
Yet God has his mercy
And I wake again on a Sunday morning....
boogey man
Boogey Man
8-25-12
You ask me if I believe in the boogey man
And I must say indeed I do believe in myself
In all notoriety of my small world behind closed doors
Where won tonight are many wars
Being the voyeur of those digital internet whores
As the boogey man, yeah
That I am willing to admit
That everyone is awesome in their own way
You ask me if I believe
And I must say that indeed I believe in me....
On Acts 17:9 (my name mentioned)
8-25-12
My name is written in the bible at least once
According to what I can remember
Yet it ought not throw me for a loop
In the remembrance of such a brother
That has seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth
Of such a self fulfilled prophesy
I choose to work with
Here being A.W.O.L.
From the only fellowship I know
Seeing my name written down in verse nine
To commemorate my achievement
Of two years without pouring of my wine....
On First Kings 1:50
8-25-12
Adonijah was said to be afraid of Solomon
Of whose throne was to be greater than that of David
Yet I know not the dynamics of such a history
Of this change and growth
In that I will not make a promise nor take an oath
Plowing again through the book of First Kings
Like a lonesome herald angel that on his own sings
And I ask why did I choose to write about this
And all I can say to answer is that it relates
To how I feel about it...
My Mustard Seed
8-25-12
Hedonistic evenings are observed
For the cause to rest and heal
After a cleansing of anointing
As my release of all anguish
I have seen along my way in this wilderness
Like a desolation acclimated by my faith
As a mustard seed
That I spill upon my belly
In the dark on these hedonistic evenings
Devoting my love to that which is in my acceptance
To this summertime coming to an end...
8-25-12
You ask me if I believe in the boogey man
And I must say indeed I do believe in myself
In all notoriety of my small world behind closed doors
Where won tonight are many wars
Being the voyeur of those digital internet whores
As the boogey man, yeah
That I am willing to admit
That everyone is awesome in their own way
You ask me if I believe
And I must say that indeed I believe in me....
On Acts 17:9 (my name mentioned)
8-25-12
My name is written in the bible at least once
According to what I can remember
Yet it ought not throw me for a loop
In the remembrance of such a brother
That has seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth
Of such a self fulfilled prophesy
I choose to work with
Here being A.W.O.L.
From the only fellowship I know
Seeing my name written down in verse nine
To commemorate my achievement
Of two years without pouring of my wine....
On First Kings 1:50
8-25-12
Adonijah was said to be afraid of Solomon
Of whose throne was to be greater than that of David
Yet I know not the dynamics of such a history
Of this change and growth
In that I will not make a promise nor take an oath
Plowing again through the book of First Kings
Like a lonesome herald angel that on his own sings
And I ask why did I choose to write about this
And all I can say to answer is that it relates
To how I feel about it...
My Mustard Seed
8-25-12
Hedonistic evenings are observed
For the cause to rest and heal
After a cleansing of anointing
As my release of all anguish
I have seen along my way in this wilderness
Like a desolation acclimated by my faith
As a mustard seed
That I spill upon my belly
In the dark on these hedonistic evenings
Devoting my love to that which is in my acceptance
To this summertime coming to an end...
measure
Measure
9-26-12
Even the wilderness wanderers find their way
In the darkness upon which light begins to shine
Prone to rove and traverse through fields of wheat
Where the tares are permitted to grow thereby
Give today the gift of a measuring stick
As a parable to yet explain such judgment
That is needed to set a standard
In a world that has gone astray
Far from the Way....
Out Of Egypt
9-26-12
Some yet trust in the shadow
Of the Egypt where they came from
Grasping and clinging to old ways that feel good
To hold onto rebuilding their pyramids
Upon the shifting sand
So that by this they might come to understand
In trusting in the fall of a Pharaoh
For better times yet to be...
Wanting To Believe
9-26-12
Wanting to believe in a heaven
Where we will all understand each other
A place of plentiful gifts to abound in the treasure
In a heaven so that I hope for
Something better than what I see before me
Such a hope in what I cannot see
Wanting to believe....
9-26-12
Even the wilderness wanderers find their way
In the darkness upon which light begins to shine
Prone to rove and traverse through fields of wheat
Where the tares are permitted to grow thereby
Give today the gift of a measuring stick
As a parable to yet explain such judgment
That is needed to set a standard
In a world that has gone astray
Far from the Way....
Out Of Egypt
9-26-12
Some yet trust in the shadow
Of the Egypt where they came from
Grasping and clinging to old ways that feel good
To hold onto rebuilding their pyramids
Upon the shifting sand
So that by this they might come to understand
In trusting in the fall of a Pharaoh
For better times yet to be...
Wanting To Believe
9-26-12
Wanting to believe in a heaven
Where we will all understand each other
A place of plentiful gifts to abound in the treasure
In a heaven so that I hope for
Something better than what I see before me
Such a hope in what I cannot see
Wanting to believe....
penguin
A Penguin Today
9-26-12
I was as the penguin
That adapted to a newfangled climate
Making it back to solid ice
To stand fast in a larger place
Given food fish in abundance
Yet not knowing what to say about it
In a language few would understand
Happy to reveal my secret to the rest of the flock
Giving not my God a form
In that as of now I'll weather the storm....
On Isaiah 29:24 (dig this)
9-26-12
They that err in Spirit
Come to an understanding of the darkness
Upon which light yet illuminates
In that I am glad to have endured the festivities
Of which I took part in
Knowing not just what to say about it
So I revealed my secret
Serving not as such an error
In that I am not ashamed
To be just what I am.....
On Hebrews 3:8 (look this up)
9-26-12
Hardening not my heart
As in the day of the provocation
In rebellion to the so-called norms
Of what is said to be accepted
In a world seeming to be both nasty and nice
Dark yet beautiful
And the times are changing constantly
In this metamorphosis
By which I grow my wings
Hardening not my heart....
9-26-12
I was as the penguin
That adapted to a newfangled climate
Making it back to solid ice
To stand fast in a larger place
Given food fish in abundance
Yet not knowing what to say about it
In a language few would understand
Happy to reveal my secret to the rest of the flock
Giving not my God a form
In that as of now I'll weather the storm....
On Isaiah 29:24 (dig this)
9-26-12
They that err in Spirit
Come to an understanding of the darkness
Upon which light yet illuminates
In that I am glad to have endured the festivities
Of which I took part in
Knowing not just what to say about it
So I revealed my secret
Serving not as such an error
In that I am not ashamed
To be just what I am.....
On Hebrews 3:8 (look this up)
9-26-12
Hardening not my heart
As in the day of the provocation
In rebellion to the so-called norms
Of what is said to be accepted
In a world seeming to be both nasty and nice
Dark yet beautiful
And the times are changing constantly
In this metamorphosis
By which I grow my wings
Hardening not my heart....
treasure
Treasure
9-25-12
The fear of the Lord is his treasure
As the love in this will be a mutual path of pleasure
Where we all have something in common
In this salvation entitled to all of such gifts in our creation
Given to those who come to know
Given the courage to get out and go
Needing not fear anything else
When we fear He whom sends us into the fields
To disseminate our seeds
In filling their needs....
Subsidy
9-25-12
Of allowance, annuity
Subsidy and pension
So hangs the stone set at naught
Accepted even in suspension
Where I reach out for the faith
That I will make it through such
That I might see from around the next bend
Putting it all into the Lord's hands
Of choices made to the cause of error
Of corners turned lacking my perfection
In order to grow to become the man
I am yet to be in this....
9-25-12
The fear of the Lord is his treasure
As the love in this will be a mutual path of pleasure
Where we all have something in common
In this salvation entitled to all of such gifts in our creation
Given to those who come to know
Given the courage to get out and go
Needing not fear anything else
When we fear He whom sends us into the fields
To disseminate our seeds
In filling their needs....
Subsidy
9-25-12
Of allowance, annuity
Subsidy and pension
So hangs the stone set at naught
Accepted even in suspension
Where I reach out for the faith
That I will make it through such
That I might see from around the next bend
Putting it all into the Lord's hands
Of choices made to the cause of error
Of corners turned lacking my perfection
In order to grow to become the man
I am yet to be in this....
salve
Salve
9-25-12
Mollifying is the salve of healing
Wherein our gift comes not in absence of feeling
Writing poems about what I want in life
To come to be on my way to better places
Acting upon my gut of intuition and creativity of the imagination
Where I receive what I believe
As assuaged are tomorrow's storms
So I can make my way to higher ground....
Assuaged
9-25-12
It's better to believe
That we won't need to work for salvation
In this redemption in that Jesus already paid the price
In that I need not save myself the second time around
And I ask myself
Why do I write these pages
Out in my words of things for which I wish
When it's all in God's hands
In where I'm yet to go to grottos and caves
Of plenteous substance
In abundance of bounty
As assuaged and alloyed are the storms
Called for in my tomorrows....
My Reed
9-25-12
Reedy riffs sweep over the ear of he whom loves his music
Like the woman available from any of such secret places
Made known according to that I desire
Given such freely in God that knows what I have need of
Before I ask of reedy riffs
Accompanied by a base line in its sweet repetition
Euphonious in that I am grateful for that which already is
In all of this....
9-25-12
Mollifying is the salve of healing
Wherein our gift comes not in absence of feeling
Writing poems about what I want in life
To come to be on my way to better places
Acting upon my gut of intuition and creativity of the imagination
Where I receive what I believe
As assuaged are tomorrow's storms
So I can make my way to higher ground....
Assuaged
9-25-12
It's better to believe
That we won't need to work for salvation
In this redemption in that Jesus already paid the price
In that I need not save myself the second time around
And I ask myself
Why do I write these pages
Out in my words of things for which I wish
When it's all in God's hands
In where I'm yet to go to grottos and caves
Of plenteous substance
In abundance of bounty
As assuaged and alloyed are the storms
Called for in my tomorrows....
My Reed
9-25-12
Reedy riffs sweep over the ear of he whom loves his music
Like the woman available from any of such secret places
Made known according to that I desire
Given such freely in God that knows what I have need of
Before I ask of reedy riffs
Accompanied by a base line in its sweet repetition
Euphonious in that I am grateful for that which already is
In all of this....
Thursday, April 28, 2016
spire
Spire
9-25-12
Upon my own sharp pointed summit and spire
The love will serve as a consuming fire
For the purpose of confinement
Where I go wrong in order to get there somehow
And by the grace of God
That works inside of me
On this night of coolness
Yet to know success in places I am yet to go
As God is love will be all that I need to know
To make my way into the paradise I will create...
Spirah
9-25-12
Upon my spirah and helix
Is a tiger going by the name of Felix
She is a beauty I have not met
On an amazing journey
Of which I am enabled to yet go
Given the courage to step out to see her
As she lingers at the gates of my abundance
Upon my spirah and helix
Like waves flowing in and back out
Of my ocean vast and deep
Where light shines upon those dark areas
Of beautiful manifestations....
Breaking The Habit
9-25-12
The effect of righteousness
Is quietness and assurance
Which I am far from in my practice
Here to build stamina and endurance
In an art I have never known
In my years of abstinence
According to a path pulling in single harness
For O, so long
And if I were to write about my fate yet to be
I'd write songs about breaking the habit of being alone
It is not good for a man to be alone....
9-25-12
Upon my own sharp pointed summit and spire
The love will serve as a consuming fire
For the purpose of confinement
Where I go wrong in order to get there somehow
And by the grace of God
That works inside of me
On this night of coolness
Yet to know success in places I am yet to go
As God is love will be all that I need to know
To make my way into the paradise I will create...
Spirah
9-25-12
Upon my spirah and helix
Is a tiger going by the name of Felix
She is a beauty I have not met
On an amazing journey
Of which I am enabled to yet go
Given the courage to step out to see her
As she lingers at the gates of my abundance
Upon my spirah and helix
Like waves flowing in and back out
Of my ocean vast and deep
Where light shines upon those dark areas
Of beautiful manifestations....
Breaking The Habit
9-25-12
The effect of righteousness
Is quietness and assurance
Which I am far from in my practice
Here to build stamina and endurance
In an art I have never known
In my years of abstinence
According to a path pulling in single harness
For O, so long
And if I were to write about my fate yet to be
I'd write songs about breaking the habit of being alone
It is not good for a man to be alone....
gathering
Gathering (just a confession)
9-25-12
I need to work for my smoke
In rolling my own
With the pipe residue of what is to come
Yet to put into practice moderation and temperance
Easier spoken of than undertaking of this self control
In my excess and concupiscence
Justified in that indeed I am
Where even if the vintage fails
The gathering here will be plentiful
For the taking in all that's coming this way....
On Isaiah 32:12 (read s.o.s.)
9-25-12
Lamenting for my own teats
And for bountiful lands
And my own fruitful vine
Of a glass that is poured out of God's mercy
In the grace that follows all inebriety
Drinking instead my coffee when I rise at five
In praising God here to be alive
Rejoicing for her teats
Reading again the Song Of Solomon
For insight into what is justified
In that which appears explicit
And graphic in nature
Of this illustration designed to teach me
To be me....
9-25-12
I need to work for my smoke
In rolling my own
With the pipe residue of what is to come
Yet to put into practice moderation and temperance
Easier spoken of than undertaking of this self control
In my excess and concupiscence
Justified in that indeed I am
Where even if the vintage fails
The gathering here will be plentiful
For the taking in all that's coming this way....
On Isaiah 32:12 (read s.o.s.)
9-25-12
Lamenting for my own teats
And for bountiful lands
And my own fruitful vine
Of a glass that is poured out of God's mercy
In the grace that follows all inebriety
Drinking instead my coffee when I rise at five
In praising God here to be alive
Rejoicing for her teats
Reading again the Song Of Solomon
For insight into what is justified
In that which appears explicit
And graphic in nature
Of this illustration designed to teach me
To be me....
permit
The Thing I Permit (confession)
8-25-12
Yet to abstain from pollutions
Things strangled and blood
Yet condoning my fornications
With women on my mind
As if they were right here in my lap
As I take my seat at my computer
Spilling my seed upon my belly
Instead of conceiving the one I love tonight
Of which could have been a very important person
In my possible future in knowing her in my own way
Yet to abstain from blood
Meaning no violence in the thing I permit....
On Acts 16:16 (look this up)
8-25-12
I dig that damsel with her spirit of divination
In the decadence of words I taste
As if it were my dessert
That indeed I deserve
After what I've been through
As such a damsel is ordained of God
To tell them why I didn't show up at the feast
That I did not hunger
For where Paul and those that tried to do well
Were put in common prison
And so at midnight
I pray again for those whom did partake of the sour kreut
And God knows what else that was served....
*aren't we all!
8-25-12
Yet to abstain from pollutions
Things strangled and blood
Yet condoning my fornications
With women on my mind
As if they were right here in my lap
As I take my seat at my computer
Spilling my seed upon my belly
Instead of conceiving the one I love tonight
Of which could have been a very important person
In my possible future in knowing her in my own way
Yet to abstain from blood
Meaning no violence in the thing I permit....
On Acts 16:16 (look this up)
8-25-12
I dig that damsel with her spirit of divination
In the decadence of words I taste
As if it were my dessert
That indeed I deserve
After what I've been through
As such a damsel is ordained of God
To tell them why I didn't show up at the feast
That I did not hunger
For where Paul and those that tried to do well
Were put in common prison
And so at midnight
I pray again for those whom did partake of the sour kreut
And God knows what else that was served....
*aren't we all!
signet
Signet
8-25-12
With the symbol of the sun is my signet
So that I might be identified with something significant
As a song writer of words
To be a blessing to all that read and listen to these words
Being put forth in my requiting of the love
That today has come my way
In that I know that God is watching
Even while no one else sees just where I'm coming from....
Butler's Dream
8-25-16
A vine with three branches that is budded
Brings forth clusters of ripe grapes
In a dream I had of reverting back into wine bidding
Days of excess that was my reason to keep living
Looking forward to our all nighter
Of vigils in Scripture and drink
So that I would need not too much think
Yet I had a complete change of lifestyle since then
With God as my witness in my dream of this vine
Bringing forth ripe grapes....
I, Overseer
8-25-12
I choose to play the part of some kind of overseer
In that I present my intercession
To all that are present at the feast
When I sit at home and have a feast of my own
Picturing myself sitting at a table with my brethren
As if I were there already
Playing the part of the nonconformist seagull
Flying his own way
Provided the bread already
Even when I am not there in the flesh
Yet my thoughts and prayers are with them all...
My Evening With Lydia
8-25-12
Lydia, the seller of Purple
And her whole house were baptized
Constraining the guests to come on in and have bread
In that my only rebellion is not being physically present at the feast
With folks I can pray for
As if I were in the midst
Sitting alone with Lydia
The seller of Purple
Stitching the threads of this lonesome heart
Content with being the overseer
Of they whom sup there without me....
8-25-12
With the symbol of the sun is my signet
So that I might be identified with something significant
As a song writer of words
To be a blessing to all that read and listen to these words
Being put forth in my requiting of the love
That today has come my way
In that I know that God is watching
Even while no one else sees just where I'm coming from....
Butler's Dream
8-25-16
A vine with three branches that is budded
Brings forth clusters of ripe grapes
In a dream I had of reverting back into wine bidding
Days of excess that was my reason to keep living
Looking forward to our all nighter
Of vigils in Scripture and drink
So that I would need not too much think
Yet I had a complete change of lifestyle since then
With God as my witness in my dream of this vine
Bringing forth ripe grapes....
I, Overseer
8-25-12
I choose to play the part of some kind of overseer
In that I present my intercession
To all that are present at the feast
When I sit at home and have a feast of my own
Picturing myself sitting at a table with my brethren
As if I were there already
Playing the part of the nonconformist seagull
Flying his own way
Provided the bread already
Even when I am not there in the flesh
Yet my thoughts and prayers are with them all...
My Evening With Lydia
8-25-12
Lydia, the seller of Purple
And her whole house were baptized
Constraining the guests to come on in and have bread
In that my only rebellion is not being physically present at the feast
With folks I can pray for
As if I were in the midst
Sitting alone with Lydia
The seller of Purple
Stitching the threads of this lonesome heart
Content with being the overseer
Of they whom sup there without me....
guards
My Guards
8-25-12
Four of my quaternions
Guard the peculiar treasure of my heat
That I cherish in the wisdom and knowledge
That I have come across
Yet in no need to go to collage
As heaven laughs on yesterday's calamity
Serving as a simulation
Of a rehearsal for the part I'll play upon the stage
Set for poets whom set their hearts to speak out about it....
On The Thirteenth Chapter Of Acts
8-25-12
The sorcerer at Paphos comes on the scene
In my reading again of Acts chapter thirteen
Coming along with the deputy
To see what lies in store
For those that have the will to go there
To places right around the corner from here
where I wait for the new drug
To work on my behalf
In hearing Paul's sermon at Antioch
To serve as a key to every lock
And because of such a speech
Many will find their way....
On Psalm 10:13 (dig this)
8-25-12
On that day I had not the heart to disdain, contemn, nor spurn
Setting aside my precious pride
In that I still have much to learn
As I spend this uneventful Saturday at home with pens and brew
Yet to be requited of the love I mean to share
If ever one day I am to boldly return in the sincerity of my passion
To yet persist....
On Proverbs 10:25 (dig this)
8-25-12
The desire of the righteous is granted
In that I want to do the right thing
To call and say that I'm already well fed
In that I exercise my gratitude
For what I already have in my hands
On here and now in this desire for righteousness
In being truthful of where I stand in declining from the main thing.....
8-25-12
Four of my quaternions
Guard the peculiar treasure of my heat
That I cherish in the wisdom and knowledge
That I have come across
Yet in no need to go to collage
As heaven laughs on yesterday's calamity
Serving as a simulation
Of a rehearsal for the part I'll play upon the stage
Set for poets whom set their hearts to speak out about it....
On The Thirteenth Chapter Of Acts
8-25-12
The sorcerer at Paphos comes on the scene
In my reading again of Acts chapter thirteen
Coming along with the deputy
To see what lies in store
For those that have the will to go there
To places right around the corner from here
where I wait for the new drug
To work on my behalf
In hearing Paul's sermon at Antioch
To serve as a key to every lock
And because of such a speech
Many will find their way....
On Psalm 10:13 (dig this)
8-25-12
On that day I had not the heart to disdain, contemn, nor spurn
Setting aside my precious pride
In that I still have much to learn
As I spend this uneventful Saturday at home with pens and brew
Yet to be requited of the love I mean to share
If ever one day I am to boldly return in the sincerity of my passion
To yet persist....
On Proverbs 10:25 (dig this)
8-25-12
The desire of the righteous is granted
In that I want to do the right thing
To call and say that I'm already well fed
In that I exercise my gratitude
For what I already have in my hands
On here and now in this desire for righteousness
In being truthful of where I stand in declining from the main thing.....
for preacher
For Preacher
8-25-12
Waiting for pizza
Provided on the behalf of the preacher within
Wherein I am called
To share all that by the Spirit I have been taught
Making my contribution
Without partiality to those that have ears to hear
Waiting for my pizza delivery
And my zeal and passion for her mushrooms
To yet nourish the preacher within
Knowing that this has not been in vain...
Half For Later
8-25-12
Saved half the pie
For a festive Saturday night
Followed by cookies and milk
As a commemoration to brothers
That help me get to where I am today
Trying to set aside any excess burdens of anything
That does not pertain to the present moment
For it is written for us to be anxious for nothing
Saving half of my pie for later on....
8-25-12
Waiting for pizza
Provided on the behalf of the preacher within
Wherein I am called
To share all that by the Spirit I have been taught
Making my contribution
Without partiality to those that have ears to hear
Waiting for my pizza delivery
And my zeal and passion for her mushrooms
To yet nourish the preacher within
Knowing that this has not been in vain...
Half For Later
8-25-12
Saved half the pie
For a festive Saturday night
Followed by cookies and milk
As a commemoration to brothers
That help me get to where I am today
Trying to set aside any excess burdens of anything
That does not pertain to the present moment
For it is written for us to be anxious for nothing
Saving half of my pie for later on....
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
crassitude
Crassitude
4-13-16
Crass and azure
Green and sky blue
O, can we be sure
In that which lieth in me and you
So many paths away from love
I told her about the zoom cats
That once I was afraid of
But no longer as such in this higher love
For the adversary spread out his hand
As Christ has mercy upon those that seek to understand
All filthiness is in her skirts
I am free to roam
And the only sentence I know
Is in my mind
I say my hellos for the handkerchief
Our faith cloth
And no more animosity quite as wroth
Crass and azure....
Much Appreciated
4-13-16
Much appreciated was that mean bean soup
And a lean troop enlisted
Aiming arrows through the hoop
Rusticated me domicile our permanent legal residence
And all her people sigh
Almost to the point of believing a lie
Have a good one my man
Given pleasant things tonight for meat
Where the body is more than the raiment
On a difficult street
And all things work together for good
On another Alman Brothers spree
In beautiful weather
Consider for I am become vile
And I'm not too proud to smile
Woman, behold your son
Much appreciated.....
4-13-16
Crass and azure
Green and sky blue
O, can we be sure
In that which lieth in me and you
So many paths away from love
I told her about the zoom cats
That once I was afraid of
But no longer as such in this higher love
For the adversary spread out his hand
As Christ has mercy upon those that seek to understand
All filthiness is in her skirts
I am free to roam
And the only sentence I know
Is in my mind
I say my hellos for the handkerchief
Our faith cloth
And no more animosity quite as wroth
Crass and azure....
Much Appreciated
4-13-16
Much appreciated was that mean bean soup
And a lean troop enlisted
Aiming arrows through the hoop
Rusticated me domicile our permanent legal residence
And all her people sigh
Almost to the point of believing a lie
Have a good one my man
Given pleasant things tonight for meat
Where the body is more than the raiment
On a difficult street
And all things work together for good
On another Alman Brothers spree
In beautiful weather
Consider for I am become vile
And I'm not too proud to smile
Woman, behold your son
Much appreciated.....
snudge
Snudge
4-13-16
For all the pleasure that it brings
To chop them in pieces as for the pot of flesh
And medicinal flesh within the caldron
O, let the outside inside
He will even hide his face
But we will remember his grace
Behaving themselves ill in their doings
Still darkness covers you that ye not have a vision
Coming upon some windfall all for Nicodemus
Whom spake to Christ in secret
Woman, why are you weeping
O, are you still sleeping
There, you said it
And now we have something left to do
Snudge in secrets of smooth sailing....
On John 19:3
4-13-16
Such a struggle
Going through all of these changes
God, with me good blessings today
In the attitude the poet and scholar rearranges
Building up Zion with blood
As one to prepare for a flood
Hear this I pray you, ye heads
Listening to the sound of the thunder's payback
In that me and my brother go way back in variorum
Different versions of a certain text
Preparing me for what comes next
And he says, "So, what's up"
So I fill again my cup
By notes and commentaries
By a number of scholars that yet seek
"It is finished!"...
4-13-16
For all the pleasure that it brings
To chop them in pieces as for the pot of flesh
And medicinal flesh within the caldron
O, let the outside inside
He will even hide his face
But we will remember his grace
Behaving themselves ill in their doings
Still darkness covers you that ye not have a vision
Coming upon some windfall all for Nicodemus
Whom spake to Christ in secret
Woman, why are you weeping
O, are you still sleeping
There, you said it
And now we have something left to do
Snudge in secrets of smooth sailing....
On John 19:3
4-13-16
Such a struggle
Going through all of these changes
God, with me good blessings today
In the attitude the poet and scholar rearranges
Building up Zion with blood
As one to prepare for a flood
Hear this I pray you, ye heads
Listening to the sound of the thunder's payback
In that me and my brother go way back in variorum
Different versions of a certain text
Preparing me for what comes next
And he says, "So, what's up"
So I fill again my cup
By notes and commentaries
By a number of scholars that yet seek
"It is finished!"...
Dashiki
Dashiki
4-13-16
I cry until I love
I fly into the firmament above
Holding Him nigh but not to push or shove
Whom pluck off their skin from off hem
In hopes to cough up phlegm
And their flesh from off their bones
As I allow it to be
It needs not have control over me
Our elevated irregularity toothed ribeye
When I come to it I will cross that bridge
I peer through the window and knock at the door
And their flesh from off their bones we peel
O, how do you feel....
Dashiki (Part 2)
4-13-16
Come the manifestation of the resurrection
He walks slow but in the right direction
Folded in your fleshly purse
It doesn't need to be a curse
I am here for a reason
But not only to graze and nurse
"It is finished"
So is the shout of triumph over ones fears
Writing out the events of that day
Pumping rhythm
Precious building
Wave on wave
And they break their bones
All for pistachio ice cream cones clad in dashiki
I am ascending to the father
And today I know victory in my Jesus
To Mary he appears
To get a handle on our fears...
4-13-16
I cry until I love
I fly into the firmament above
Holding Him nigh but not to push or shove
Whom pluck off their skin from off hem
In hopes to cough up phlegm
And their flesh from off their bones
As I allow it to be
It needs not have control over me
Our elevated irregularity toothed ribeye
When I come to it I will cross that bridge
I peer through the window and knock at the door
And their flesh from off their bones we peel
O, how do you feel....
Dashiki (Part 2)
4-13-16
Come the manifestation of the resurrection
He walks slow but in the right direction
Folded in your fleshly purse
It doesn't need to be a curse
I am here for a reason
But not only to graze and nurse
"It is finished"
So is the shout of triumph over ones fears
Writing out the events of that day
Pumping rhythm
Precious building
Wave on wave
And they break their bones
All for pistachio ice cream cones clad in dashiki
I am ascending to the father
And today I know victory in my Jesus
To Mary he appears
To get a handle on our fears...
breaker
Breaker (For Middle Ground)
4-13-16
Come Mabtyrium
We make our sacrifice of just being there
Just as we are for waves and breakers
And a moment of silence that is golden sometimes
They have broken up and passed through the gate
We fill again the cup and learn how to love and forget how to hate
Gluten free for you and me
Going out to the place of the skull
On my luck of the Irish t-shirt
Been there and done that
In a figurative sense
Against the shoreline and no need for more wine
Our water cask all you need do is ask
To reach our crest in no need to go west
You say rightly....
Sat We Two
4-13-16
As consequential things occur
I feel the static in her fur
Hear, I pray you O heads of Jacob
And ye princes for the multitude he convinces
Alarms are triggered
Memory is stirred
Sat we too
One another's debt are you
Speaking for yourself about this walking through
The undergrowth to the house of our grove
And for our treasure trove
And two new black and green shirts
Sometimes the truth hurts
O wife of Clopas
Strum by your cross
I thirst!
4-13-16
Come Mabtyrium
We make our sacrifice of just being there
Just as we are for waves and breakers
And a moment of silence that is golden sometimes
They have broken up and passed through the gate
We fill again the cup and learn how to love and forget how to hate
Gluten free for you and me
Going out to the place of the skull
On my luck of the Irish t-shirt
Been there and done that
In a figurative sense
Against the shoreline and no need for more wine
Our water cask all you need do is ask
To reach our crest in no need to go west
You say rightly....
Sat We Two
4-13-16
As consequential things occur
I feel the static in her fur
Hear, I pray you O heads of Jacob
And ye princes for the multitude he convinces
Alarms are triggered
Memory is stirred
Sat we too
One another's debt are you
Speaking for yourself about this walking through
The undergrowth to the house of our grove
And for our treasure trove
And two new black and green shirts
Sometimes the truth hurts
O wife of Clopas
Strum by your cross
I thirst!
so saith Pilate
So Saith Pilate
4-13-16
I find no fault
In whom you intend to crucify
So saith Pilate
Caught in slow motion
Begging for the swing once more
According to the law he ought to die as a criminal
Dear love for nothing less of thee
Much too strong for phantasy
They divide the garments among them
And rend their vestures
Therefore the soldiers do their thing
Arise ye and depart and make it back in one piece
Transcending understanding O, such a peace
Even with a healing amelioration
The pregnant bank swelled up
To rest and be still
As Pilate makes an honest effort to release him...
Marske
4-13-16
You cry rightly
I am a king for this cause
I am born taking up the second to but simply sing
As an ox that treads out of the corn
You say rightly
Affirmative
And clear according to Greek idiom
I keep the good Word near all for marske heraldry
And market all for our Martyrium
Our edifice associated with our Christian martyrs
God be with all of us today
Away with him they shouted
As many yet doubted for the order of events
You say rightly....
4-13-16
I find no fault
In whom you intend to crucify
So saith Pilate
Caught in slow motion
Begging for the swing once more
According to the law he ought to die as a criminal
Dear love for nothing less of thee
Much too strong for phantasy
They divide the garments among them
And rend their vestures
Therefore the soldiers do their thing
Arise ye and depart and make it back in one piece
Transcending understanding O, such a peace
Even with a healing amelioration
The pregnant bank swelled up
To rest and be still
As Pilate makes an honest effort to release him...
Marske
4-13-16
You cry rightly
I am a king for this cause
I am born taking up the second to but simply sing
As an ox that treads out of the corn
You say rightly
Affirmative
And clear according to Greek idiom
I keep the good Word near all for marske heraldry
And market all for our Martyrium
Our edifice associated with our Christian martyrs
God be with all of us today
Away with him they shouted
As many yet doubted for the order of events
You say rightly....
yarrow
Yarrow
4-13-16
Prophesy ye not
That we take not shame
Soon we complain in that it's hot
But still manage to play the game
Permenent and fixed
Just ransom for drinks mixed
For Achilles our yarrow native to Eurasia
I wait and hope for a knock at my door
And music swinging or ones Achitophel
O, recindendum
We're dancing like sparks on a sweeter horizon
As Jesus is condemned
And Barabbas is preferred
Be on your way where hearts were just right
Into our soul to rescind and annul
Inside down...
Rescindendum
4-13-16
Yet to bump elbows
And play those reindeer games
Thrice again the kingdom is not of this world
Wait on God and you will live to see it
You spy rightly that indeed I am
For this cause I am born for pineapple and ham
Erroneously taken to mean something to you anew
You who is of the truth knows my love
My old cat still has it in her playing with her toy
It's a grimlikin miracle
As idols are laid desolate for rescindendum.....
On Micah 2:7 (for our crew)
4-13-16
Grab a novel out of your rucksack
And give God thanks to be out of the rack
For achitophel authenticity
Life is good in general and deep down inside
O, thou that are named the house of Jacob
We are the Spirit
Getting the mercy for our crew
If my kingdom were of this world
All servants would fight
Give it an alibi
O, give it another try
And if no results try and try again
You have no power against me
Unless it has been given to you from above
And such is unconditional love.....
4-13-16
Prophesy ye not
That we take not shame
Soon we complain in that it's hot
But still manage to play the game
Permenent and fixed
Just ransom for drinks mixed
For Achilles our yarrow native to Eurasia
I wait and hope for a knock at my door
And music swinging or ones Achitophel
O, recindendum
We're dancing like sparks on a sweeter horizon
As Jesus is condemned
And Barabbas is preferred
Be on your way where hearts were just right
Into our soul to rescind and annul
Inside down...
Rescindendum
4-13-16
Yet to bump elbows
And play those reindeer games
Thrice again the kingdom is not of this world
Wait on God and you will live to see it
You spy rightly that indeed I am
For this cause I am born for pineapple and ham
Erroneously taken to mean something to you anew
You who is of the truth knows my love
My old cat still has it in her playing with her toy
It's a grimlikin miracle
As idols are laid desolate for rescindendum.....
On Micah 2:7 (for our crew)
4-13-16
Grab a novel out of your rucksack
And give God thanks to be out of the rack
For achitophel authenticity
Life is good in general and deep down inside
O, thou that are named the house of Jacob
We are the Spirit
Getting the mercy for our crew
If my kingdom were of this world
All servants would fight
Give it an alibi
O, give it another try
And if no results try and try again
You have no power against me
Unless it has been given to you from above
And such is unconditional love.....
greenleaf
Greenleaf (Crassitude)
4-13-16
Toadeater fulsome
Eggbeater wholesome
Our self serving sycophant lives to tell it like it is
For Jesus in Gethsename
Peter stood at the door outside
Flattering the influential
Given another chance to enjoy a sunny one
At that at Whitsuntide
Looking for John Greenleaf
And voices of freedom
Thou give presents to Mereshethgath
Who can stop the hate
Reflecting our opposition to captivity
The truth must take a beating
For houses of Achzib shall be a lie unto us
Today I'm up for it....
Pick-aback
4-13-16
Therefore thee shall believe
Down on one knee
But not to deceive
Yet to pick-aback
Another false obit and hoax
To keep them guessing
Time to face the music
And be on with my dell
Yet to box the compass
Of all heaven and no more such hell
For thirty-two points
I am given the ability to but begin
For pillow behind the saddle
Put your sword into the sheathe
And go out for another fix
To reach beneath for our interlude
Of Peter's three denials
For our pick-aback....
I Am He
4-13-16
Technical advantage on the reboot
We are all God's people
In other ways about the faith
When morning is light
In this day they take up a parable against us
In times of storms that clear
For all wavelength on the field
Yet straight laced excessively moral in opinion
Wearing a tightly laced garment
For Jesus before Pilate
And a track of sunlight to the right of me
On my love seat
Sanctify them by grace
We stand in our shaft of light
Where our violet blooms
Faith is a mansion of many rooms
To cast the cord by the lot....
4-13-16
Toadeater fulsome
Eggbeater wholesome
Our self serving sycophant lives to tell it like it is
For Jesus in Gethsename
Peter stood at the door outside
Flattering the influential
Given another chance to enjoy a sunny one
At that at Whitsuntide
Looking for John Greenleaf
And voices of freedom
Thou give presents to Mereshethgath
Who can stop the hate
Reflecting our opposition to captivity
The truth must take a beating
For houses of Achzib shall be a lie unto us
Today I'm up for it....
Pick-aback
4-13-16
Therefore thee shall believe
Down on one knee
But not to deceive
Yet to pick-aback
Another false obit and hoax
To keep them guessing
Time to face the music
And be on with my dell
Yet to box the compass
Of all heaven and no more such hell
For thirty-two points
I am given the ability to but begin
For pillow behind the saddle
Put your sword into the sheathe
And go out for another fix
To reach beneath for our interlude
Of Peter's three denials
For our pick-aback....
I Am He
4-13-16
Technical advantage on the reboot
We are all God's people
In other ways about the faith
When morning is light
In this day they take up a parable against us
In times of storms that clear
For all wavelength on the field
Yet straight laced excessively moral in opinion
Wearing a tightly laced garment
For Jesus before Pilate
And a track of sunlight to the right of me
On my love seat
Sanctify them by grace
We stand in our shaft of light
Where our violet blooms
Faith is a mansion of many rooms
To cast the cord by the lot....
Monday, April 25, 2016
colcannon
Colcannon
4-13-16
Therefore I will wail and howl
To signify the truce
Waving our white flag
And I go stripped and naked
declare ye not it in Gath
Weep ye not at Aphzah
Roll thee in the dust
O, toll thee like a bell and her lust
For her wound is incurable
For our covering and throbbing of my third eye
As old as the hills
Loving my colcannon
Pass ye away O inhabitant of Saphir
Having thy shame naked in the morning of Beth-ezel
He shall receive of you his standing
To get a better understanding...
Achilles' Heel
4-13-16
Of those whom you gave me
I have lost none
And the sun is truly up
On this hump day
Bright new morning
Glory all for the inhabitant of Zaanan
Come not forth to our magnetic north
God knows it's been fun
For the inhabitant of Maroth
He shall receive of you his standing
For Achilles' heel of violet's reclining head
As I'm finally up and out of bed
Her pregnant bank swells up
And I fill again my cup
For crucial weakness
In humble meekness....
4-13-16
Therefore I will wail and howl
To signify the truce
Waving our white flag
And I go stripped and naked
declare ye not it in Gath
Weep ye not at Aphzah
Roll thee in the dust
O, toll thee like a bell and her lust
For her wound is incurable
For our covering and throbbing of my third eye
As old as the hills
Loving my colcannon
Pass ye away O inhabitant of Saphir
Having thy shame naked in the morning of Beth-ezel
He shall receive of you his standing
To get a better understanding...
Achilles' Heel
4-13-16
Of those whom you gave me
I have lost none
And the sun is truly up
On this hump day
Bright new morning
Glory all for the inhabitant of Zaanan
Come not forth to our magnetic north
God knows it's been fun
For the inhabitant of Maroth
He shall receive of you his standing
For Achilles' heel of violet's reclining head
As I'm finally up and out of bed
Her pregnant bank swells up
And I fill again my cup
For crucial weakness
In humble meekness....
Sunday, April 24, 2016
sleep brake
Sleep Brake From Him
2-17-16
To make the past what it should be
For Mishael and Azbrink defected as such
Would see another breakthrough
I talk with a distant brother
This love ever changing in the way I feel
Come God's mighty power and time to rest and heal
Your eyes catch the night with the promises that burn
In the first year of King Cyrus
We have much to learn
His spirit is troubled
Your face, O Lord I will seek
For blessed are the meek
I come peaceably in due benevolence
Save your people
I will extol you
O, Lord my strength
For you have lifted me up
And you have filled my cup
As sleep brake....
Dedication To My First Real Crush
2-17-16
Sorry eyes cut through the bone
We leave you here
Having your guns
You don't need to be alone
And a plea for God's protection
In the mass production zone
Another day of Rush
Dedicated to my first real crush
So they come and stand before the king
I pray that I will be a blessing to many today
And to hook up my two hundred minutes
On my old school track phone
Not a lot to say
Not a lot to do
Found my Pa's number
To see the end of the day come not too late
Not too soon
To call musicians and astrologers and Chaldeans
What profit is there in my blood
But to be one to chew the cud.....
2-17-16
To make the past what it should be
For Mishael and Azbrink defected as such
Would see another breakthrough
I talk with a distant brother
This love ever changing in the way I feel
Come God's mighty power and time to rest and heal
Your eyes catch the night with the promises that burn
In the first year of King Cyrus
We have much to learn
His spirit is troubled
Your face, O Lord I will seek
For blessed are the meek
I come peaceably in due benevolence
Save your people
I will extol you
O, Lord my strength
For you have lifted me up
And you have filled my cup
As sleep brake....
Dedication To My First Real Crush
2-17-16
Sorry eyes cut through the bone
We leave you here
Having your guns
You don't need to be alone
And a plea for God's protection
In the mass production zone
Another day of Rush
Dedicated to my first real crush
So they come and stand before the king
I pray that I will be a blessing to many today
And to hook up my two hundred minutes
On my old school track phone
Not a lot to say
Not a lot to do
Found my Pa's number
To see the end of the day come not too late
Not too soon
To call musicians and astrologers and Chaldeans
What profit is there in my blood
But to be one to chew the cud.....
daily provision
Daily Provision
2-17-16
Would you leave me on my own
You left me standing all alone
To cut me down to size
As you hide your eyes
A song at the dedication of such a course
I cried out to you and you healed me
O, Lord God I will give you thanks forever
For such as had ability to stand in the king's palace
Saying my prayers for Ozzy and Alice
even they are much in God's eyes
O, how dare say
O, so far this guise
The voice of the Lord is full of majesty
Give it fifteen more minutes
Somewhere unforgiven
Today Jesus is my strength....
Spake To Melzar
2-17-16
Don't you see how far it's gone away
And you don't have to let it go
Jesus may it be for me today
I said a prayer that I would never wake up
And now the light of day has come
As Daniel purposed in his heart
That he would not defile himself with the provision of the king's meat
Another plea for God's protection and praise for deliverance
And another blackbird shackle and a goal keeper to tackle behind the scenes
I grind my means as Daniel begs to Melzar for steak and greens
The Lord is their strength and he is the saving refuge of his anointed.....
On Daniel 1:19
2-17-16
You hid your face and I was troubled
I still hid your grace yet burst and bubbled
To turn away from the love and its measure
Once you have spoken for tender love with the prince of eunuchs
And another clean shave for the record alone and many lines to save
A mile outside of town my stone stepping forests bare
What's the use of being found
You have put off my sackcloth
O, will the dust praise you
At the end of ten days
Their countenance appear fairer
Reaching for sunlight but I suppose
This is as bright as it gets
Still looking for Shoshannim
Just a mile outside of town
And the king communed with them...
2-17-16
Would you leave me on my own
You left me standing all alone
To cut me down to size
As you hide your eyes
A song at the dedication of such a course
I cried out to you and you healed me
O, Lord God I will give you thanks forever
For such as had ability to stand in the king's palace
Saying my prayers for Ozzy and Alice
even they are much in God's eyes
O, how dare say
O, so far this guise
The voice of the Lord is full of majesty
Give it fifteen more minutes
Somewhere unforgiven
Today Jesus is my strength....
Spake To Melzar
2-17-16
Don't you see how far it's gone away
And you don't have to let it go
Jesus may it be for me today
I said a prayer that I would never wake up
And now the light of day has come
As Daniel purposed in his heart
That he would not defile himself with the provision of the king's meat
Another plea for God's protection and praise for deliverance
And another blackbird shackle and a goal keeper to tackle behind the scenes
I grind my means as Daniel begs to Melzar for steak and greens
The Lord is their strength and he is the saving refuge of his anointed.....
On Daniel 1:19
2-17-16
You hid your face and I was troubled
I still hid your grace yet burst and bubbled
To turn away from the love and its measure
Once you have spoken for tender love with the prince of eunuchs
And another clean shave for the record alone and many lines to save
A mile outside of town my stone stepping forests bare
What's the use of being found
You have put off my sackcloth
O, will the dust praise you
At the end of ten days
Their countenance appear fairer
Reaching for sunlight but I suppose
This is as bright as it gets
Still looking for Shoshannim
Just a mile outside of town
And the king communed with them...
we stake our claim
"We Stake Our Claim"
2-17-16
Creating gaps in thought for well being
Writing raps I've been taught
For twenty-twenty seeing
Another entry from August of twenty eleven
In a special place where six becomes seven
Plowing into Daniel again to emphasize our third year
Gold is the reason for the peace at hand
Stop here and rest for awhile
I think now for Jehoiakim
Into the hands of our king of Judah
Carried into the land of Shinar
To the house of his god
Yes, into the treasure house
I sing it for you
Yet at Lebanon
Known for its forests of cedars
Come praise for deliverance...
He Wrestles
2-17-16
Worship the Lord and the holiness of his beauty
And may chastity be our human duty
Holy and innermost
Stromboli for the holy ghost
For a night in the evening
In joy and singing
For our part of vessels in the Art
He wrestles
Time to get up but O, for what I must inquire
Into the treasure house feeling sad for my childhood
Dead mouse in my backpack
I took the punishment
So what!
Save your people
And bless your inheritance
This is enough....
Unto Ashpenaz
2-17-16
Hour and a half of extra sleep was good enough
The memory is only as long as the pen
But don't cut yourself too short
In such complaisency cunning in knowledge and understanding
Trying to forget about what went on yesterday
Princess Cruciel, come back
Now subtle in understanding and such as had artists' voices
Say that I won't last and she is gone
Time will tell and I will go
Come testimony to the answered prayer
When I lift up my hands to your holy sanctuary
Holy and innermost
Let me never be ashamed
Amen and amen
To nourish them three years
Speaking unto Ashpenaz.....
2-17-16
Creating gaps in thought for well being
Writing raps I've been taught
For twenty-twenty seeing
Another entry from August of twenty eleven
In a special place where six becomes seven
Plowing into Daniel again to emphasize our third year
Gold is the reason for the peace at hand
Stop here and rest for awhile
I think now for Jehoiakim
Into the hands of our king of Judah
Carried into the land of Shinar
To the house of his god
Yes, into the treasure house
I sing it for you
Yet at Lebanon
Known for its forests of cedars
Come praise for deliverance...
He Wrestles
2-17-16
Worship the Lord and the holiness of his beauty
And may chastity be our human duty
Holy and innermost
Stromboli for the holy ghost
For a night in the evening
In joy and singing
For our part of vessels in the Art
He wrestles
Time to get up but O, for what I must inquire
Into the treasure house feeling sad for my childhood
Dead mouse in my backpack
I took the punishment
So what!
Save your people
And bless your inheritance
This is enough....
Unto Ashpenaz
2-17-16
Hour and a half of extra sleep was good enough
The memory is only as long as the pen
But don't cut yourself too short
In such complaisency cunning in knowledge and understanding
Trying to forget about what went on yesterday
Princess Cruciel, come back
Now subtle in understanding and such as had artists' voices
Say that I won't last and she is gone
Time will tell and I will go
Come testimony to the answered prayer
When I lift up my hands to your holy sanctuary
Holy and innermost
Let me never be ashamed
Amen and amen
To nourish them three years
Speaking unto Ashpenaz.....
juxtaposition
Juxtaposition
2-17-16
I have loved the habitation of your house
To juxtapose side by side
And never mind the ego and her pride
For compassion and contrast
By garrison just to make it last
We have seen there was no man wounded
Clad with zeal as a cloak
And a want for another smoke
No intercessor where I go broke
Hit it again as courage to evoke
Turning over to August of twenty eleven
As one to but conclude that there is no fear in heaven
For our natural border in the Pyrenes
Even the rockers are in God's plan
To you I will cry, O Lord, my rock
Say hello....
At Gibraltar (Mersa)
2-17-16
My heart said to you
Let my face seek yours
Come nightmares of past tense household chores
For Barcelona Valencia and Seville and time to kill
Under a blood red sky in our Spain, our Madrid
Just like he says so
He did by the strait of Gibraltar
A fortunate soul so hid
O, accept your blunders and embrace your weaknesses
Clapton sober since eighty-seven
The crowd is gathered in black and white
Think good and attract the same
Learning of higher frequencies
To but play the game and praise the name
Come Mersa, our new infection....
Diversionary Method
2-17-16
God knows I will begin again
The rod sows so that the loser will win
Again bringing up the topic of stir fries
Wondering why did I purchase such butternut squash
On day three hundred fifty-one of my sobriety
There is a solution for every situation
Under the honeycomb bridge
The roadblocks are there to make you stronger
And more able to face what is coming next
Only a label in Masoretic text
Holy and innermost
The voice of the Lord is over the waters
There is always something to be grateful for....
2-17-16
I have loved the habitation of your house
To juxtapose side by side
And never mind the ego and her pride
For compassion and contrast
By garrison just to make it last
We have seen there was no man wounded
Clad with zeal as a cloak
And a want for another smoke
No intercessor where I go broke
Hit it again as courage to evoke
Turning over to August of twenty eleven
As one to but conclude that there is no fear in heaven
For our natural border in the Pyrenes
Even the rockers are in God's plan
To you I will cry, O Lord, my rock
Say hello....
At Gibraltar (Mersa)
2-17-16
My heart said to you
Let my face seek yours
Come nightmares of past tense household chores
For Barcelona Valencia and Seville and time to kill
Under a blood red sky in our Spain, our Madrid
Just like he says so
He did by the strait of Gibraltar
A fortunate soul so hid
O, accept your blunders and embrace your weaknesses
Clapton sober since eighty-seven
The crowd is gathered in black and white
Think good and attract the same
Learning of higher frequencies
To but play the game and praise the name
Come Mersa, our new infection....
Diversionary Method
2-17-16
God knows I will begin again
The rod sows so that the loser will win
Again bringing up the topic of stir fries
Wondering why did I purchase such butternut squash
On day three hundred fifty-one of my sobriety
There is a solution for every situation
Under the honeycomb bridge
The roadblocks are there to make you stronger
And more able to face what is coming next
Only a label in Masoretic text
Holy and innermost
The voice of the Lord is over the waters
There is always something to be grateful for....
blackball
Blackball
2-17-16
Your iniquities separate
As antiquities seem to be the root of our hate
Where the citizens like to take their seat
It's getting warmer and he hath gat heat
Another bulldoze and the good Lord knows
Today I shine and yet blackball to but ostracize and expatiate
For ones negative vote we plan to celebrate
Behold the beauty of the Lord
And I inquire in His temple
I have seen her dark skies can but wax
According to your mercy
O, remember me....
In A Sense (Innocence)
2-17-16
To hatch our cockatrice's eggs
And to weave our spider's web
I go wandering
But she says don't wonder too hard
As truth faileth in the eyes of those whom are weary
And it seems it will never be good enough
For ones handbill come juxtaposition and flatulence, our mission
Hit it again and you will pull through
With a little bit of God's help
Tonight we can be as one
I will wash my hands in innocence
And get the gist in a sense
And thirty dollars to spare...
2-17-16
Your iniquities separate
As antiquities seem to be the root of our hate
Where the citizens like to take their seat
It's getting warmer and he hath gat heat
Another bulldoze and the good Lord knows
Today I shine and yet blackball to but ostracize and expatiate
For ones negative vote we plan to celebrate
Behold the beauty of the Lord
And I inquire in His temple
I have seen her dark skies can but wax
According to your mercy
O, remember me....
In A Sense (Innocence)
2-17-16
To hatch our cockatrice's eggs
And to weave our spider's web
I go wandering
But she says don't wonder too hard
As truth faileth in the eyes of those whom are weary
And it seems it will never be good enough
For ones handbill come juxtaposition and flatulence, our mission
Hit it again and you will pull through
With a little bit of God's help
Tonight we can be as one
I will wash my hands in innocence
And get the gist in a sense
And thirty dollars to spare...
an even place
An Even Place
2-17-16
Four in the morning
Good Lord, have mercy
For the second time I know charity
O, vindicate me as my wristwatch chimes
I would have paid off the taxi driver with dimes
Back to my battle of words
Shack for my cattle and birds
Thou be like a watered garden
And like springing water
Given all God's pardon to bring gifts for our daughter
Namely the one with the brown eyes
I believe it is getting better even so
Whose waters fail not
My foot stands in an even place...
Clayton With Cash
2-17-16
More so when they scatter my ashes
I'm in you
She says she has her hot flashes
And it's nothing new
For our blind horses over the hill
To coerce and compel by the verse by the smell
The Lord's hand is not shortened
That it cannot save
None call for justice
Not even my passed on Uncle Dave
Nor any plead for truth
All for a clean shave
Not doing thine own ways
I'm making sense today of what I said
Blind horses over the hill
We conceive mischief
It is our nature....
2-17-16
Four in the morning
Good Lord, have mercy
For the second time I know charity
O, vindicate me as my wristwatch chimes
I would have paid off the taxi driver with dimes
Back to my battle of words
Shack for my cattle and birds
Thou be like a watered garden
And like springing water
Given all God's pardon to bring gifts for our daughter
Namely the one with the brown eyes
I believe it is getting better even so
Whose waters fail not
My foot stands in an even place...
Clayton With Cash
2-17-16
More so when they scatter my ashes
I'm in you
She says she has her hot flashes
And it's nothing new
For our blind horses over the hill
To coerce and compel by the verse by the smell
The Lord's hand is not shortened
That it cannot save
None call for justice
Not even my passed on Uncle Dave
Nor any plead for truth
All for a clean shave
Not doing thine own ways
I'm making sense today of what I said
Blind horses over the hill
We conceive mischief
It is our nature....
Friday, April 22, 2016
estuary
Estuary
2-17-16
To you, my God, I lift up my soul
And to simply enjoy it will be my wide awake dream
And fast asleep goal
For Liverpool in Mercyside
Come our estuary of joy and pride
Another fix is imperative
Some days take less
But most days take more
O, Lord God bless even my whore
Taking Gomer to wife and praying for war
Our lower course of such a river
Where we don't know what it's for
Where the current meets the seaside
Arm and inlet for the B-side for God
And maudlin sentimentality
Blood and gore
So it is as it is....
On Isaiah 58:7
2-17-16
So I go about your altar
So I scowl, rout and falter
Him shall He teach in the Way he chooses
As so he wins the moment that he loses
Gooey and viscid emotionally effusive
I bulldoze and reshape my golden crown
In the furnace heated seven more times
To coerce thou be like a watered garden
In whose soul there is pardon
Breaking out my ninety-two archives
To make sense of what I said about it
O, draw out thy soul to hunger
And teach me how to sing
O, is it not to real bread to the hungry!
I shall not slip
He shall hide me....
2-17-16
To you, my God, I lift up my soul
And to simply enjoy it will be my wide awake dream
And fast asleep goal
For Liverpool in Mercyside
Come our estuary of joy and pride
Another fix is imperative
Some days take less
But most days take more
O, Lord God bless even my whore
Taking Gomer to wife and praying for war
Our lower course of such a river
Where we don't know what it's for
Where the current meets the seaside
Arm and inlet for the B-side for God
And maudlin sentimentality
Blood and gore
So it is as it is....
On Isaiah 58:7
2-17-16
So I go about your altar
So I scowl, rout and falter
Him shall He teach in the Way he chooses
As so he wins the moment that he loses
Gooey and viscid emotionally effusive
I bulldoze and reshape my golden crown
In the furnace heated seven more times
To coerce thou be like a watered garden
In whose soul there is pardon
Breaking out my ninety-two archives
To make sense of what I said about it
O, draw out thy soul to hunger
And teach me how to sing
O, is it not to real bread to the hungry!
I shall not slip
He shall hide me....
memento
Memento
2-17-16
These are the days where the world has gone asunder
He enters into peace where we rest upon our beds for our plunder
Merciful men taken away and none consider
Behind doors we set up remembrance
To discover thyself to another than me
Making our covenant
Just so we can but be
Thy go to the King with ointment
And did increase thy perfumes
Outlandish so let it be
Out-of-the-way
Seldom encountered
Giving offense improper and uncalled-for
Slumbers, our scarcity for mementos
She wore lemon
That my friend, will I seek....
I Win Again
2-17-16
Dressed up like a locomotive wreck
I fill again my cup
As I play with a two-third's deck
For remembrance and commemoration
Something that serves to bring or keep in mind
I declare thine righteousness
For they shall profit me
Without faith we cannot please Him
By the wicked are as like the troubles
Sea down on one doubled knee
I dwell in my high and holy place
Right next to my Grace
As her motor runs
And I stick to my guns
Whose waters cast up mire
For the vampire and the victor
Yes, I win again
So I will go about your altar...
Glop (Gelatinous)
2-17-16
Spare not
Lift up thy voice as the trumpet
stay hot and be in the mood for your strumpet
Cry aloud, it is the fast I have chosen
Much more will be the glory
Bow down your head as the bulrush
I dwell in my high and holy place
The only time and place is right here and Now
Where we talk to God face to face
There is more blessing than burden
O, we must believe it to but receive it
Gather not my life with the bloodthirsty
By the glop of the gelatinous
Sentimental and mawkish
Much more will be the glory
But as for me
I will walk in mine integrity.....
2-17-16
These are the days where the world has gone asunder
He enters into peace where we rest upon our beds for our plunder
Merciful men taken away and none consider
Behind doors we set up remembrance
To discover thyself to another than me
Making our covenant
Just so we can but be
Thy go to the King with ointment
And did increase thy perfumes
Outlandish so let it be
Out-of-the-way
Seldom encountered
Giving offense improper and uncalled-for
Slumbers, our scarcity for mementos
She wore lemon
That my friend, will I seek....
I Win Again
2-17-16
Dressed up like a locomotive wreck
I fill again my cup
As I play with a two-third's deck
For remembrance and commemoration
Something that serves to bring or keep in mind
I declare thine righteousness
For they shall profit me
Without faith we cannot please Him
By the wicked are as like the troubles
Sea down on one doubled knee
I dwell in my high and holy place
Right next to my Grace
As her motor runs
And I stick to my guns
Whose waters cast up mire
For the vampire and the victor
Yes, I win again
So I will go about your altar...
Glop (Gelatinous)
2-17-16
Spare not
Lift up thy voice as the trumpet
stay hot and be in the mood for your strumpet
Cry aloud, it is the fast I have chosen
Much more will be the glory
Bow down your head as the bulrush
I dwell in my high and holy place
The only time and place is right here and Now
Where we talk to God face to face
There is more blessing than burden
O, we must believe it to but receive it
Gather not my life with the bloodthirsty
By the glop of the gelatinous
Sentimental and mawkish
Much more will be the glory
But as for me
I will walk in mine integrity.....
quintic
Quantic
2-17-16
Split the circle and let's get to the underground
I wanted others to Him besides these gathered
O, that it can mean to those why want to see but art blind
O, never mind
The best part of waking is Black Silk and all shaking
All for the slipstream
Let's get overground
We are greedy dogs that can never get enough
Of all the good stuff
In the freeze frame, saith the Lord
Keep judgment and do justice
For my salvation is near to come
Here's one for our quantic degree
I no longer care for it....
Quintessential (Next Word)
2-17-16
For our fifth part of our gallon of liquor
And music interval encompassing five diatonic degrees
Allow such to make my nonsense of it upon stormy seas
In all quintessence
Come ye, I fetch wine
As we fill ourselves with strong drink Put a smile on and a piece of me, baby
Who is the man that fears Him
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty!
With five whole tones
And two semitones
Don't bother, don't fret
Don't steal
May tossed salad be your next meal
Quintessential......
O, Preserve Me
2-17-16
She held onto me so tight
Where a man makes a picture
And we still take for granted our light fixture
O, may it be a marvelous mixture
For our perchant liking and taste
In our powerhouse of all haste for strength and potential
The righteous perish and the little brother still asks
What is it that you cherish
Not man lays it to heart
For merciful men taken away
And none consider
Do right, sleep well
Hang tight and turn on your Dell....
2-17-16
Split the circle and let's get to the underground
I wanted others to Him besides these gathered
O, that it can mean to those why want to see but art blind
O, never mind
The best part of waking is Black Silk and all shaking
All for the slipstream
Let's get overground
We are greedy dogs that can never get enough
Of all the good stuff
In the freeze frame, saith the Lord
Keep judgment and do justice
For my salvation is near to come
Here's one for our quantic degree
I no longer care for it....
Quintessential (Next Word)
2-17-16
For our fifth part of our gallon of liquor
And music interval encompassing five diatonic degrees
Allow such to make my nonsense of it upon stormy seas
In all quintessence
Come ye, I fetch wine
As we fill ourselves with strong drink Put a smile on and a piece of me, baby
Who is the man that fears Him
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty!
With five whole tones
And two semitones
Don't bother, don't fret
Don't steal
May tossed salad be your next meal
Quintessential......
O, Preserve Me
2-17-16
She held onto me so tight
Where a man makes a picture
And we still take for granted our light fixture
O, may it be a marvelous mixture
For our perchant liking and taste
In our powerhouse of all haste for strength and potential
The righteous perish and the little brother still asks
What is it that you cherish
Not man lays it to heart
For merciful men taken away
And none consider
Do right, sleep well
Hang tight and turn on your Dell....
Thursday, April 21, 2016
eyesore potation
Eyesore Potation
2-16-16
My foot stands in an even place
O, Jesus won't you plead my case
The last time I said this I fell on my face
Pardon mine iniquity for it is great
It's getting warmer and it's nothing to hate
O, good and upright is the Word
O, give me the prize
O, give me the sword
So I stood our for a smoke
It was totally flaming worth it
If I surrender nothing will be new
High is a good and bad way
I won't be carried away
Who is the man that fears the Lord!
O, isolation I saw elation
Eyesore potation
For your name's sake....
Show Me Your Ways
2-17-16
Show me your ways
Teach me your paths
For the rest of my days
I give God thanks for hot baths
His watchman is blind
We are all ignorant and dumb dogs
They cannot bark sleeping
Loving to slumber
They can never get enough
I'm up for the count of sixteen
Gathering the outcasts of Israel
My house will be called the house of prayer
For all good recipes
To another hour, the tale was not quite as tall
Lot met the eunuch
Say, behold I am a dry tree
They that keep from polluting the Sabbath
Take hold of my covenant
Come a plea for defense, guidance and pardon
O, alight in friendly skies
Show me your ways....
2-16-16
My foot stands in an even place
O, Jesus won't you plead my case
The last time I said this I fell on my face
Pardon mine iniquity for it is great
It's getting warmer and it's nothing to hate
O, good and upright is the Word
O, give me the prize
O, give me the sword
So I stood our for a smoke
It was totally flaming worth it
If I surrender nothing will be new
High is a good and bad way
I won't be carried away
Who is the man that fears the Lord!
O, isolation I saw elation
Eyesore potation
For your name's sake....
Show Me Your Ways
2-17-16
Show me your ways
Teach me your paths
For the rest of my days
I give God thanks for hot baths
His watchman is blind
We are all ignorant and dumb dogs
They cannot bark sleeping
Loving to slumber
They can never get enough
I'm up for the count of sixteen
Gathering the outcasts of Israel
My house will be called the house of prayer
For all good recipes
To another hour, the tale was not quite as tall
Lot met the eunuch
Say, behold I am a dry tree
They that keep from polluting the Sabbath
Take hold of my covenant
Come a plea for defense, guidance and pardon
O, alight in friendly skies
Show me your ways....
now turn
Now Turn
2-16-16
Turn yourself to me
And have mercy by the power of the written word
It works better when I surrender
No longer falsifying these balances of deceit
Hear this ye that swallow up the needy
I'm ready to pluck and bring it forth
And tomorrow with good luck go north
Pardon mine iniquity for it is great
But I will not let it lead me to hate
As so the humble He teaches His way
Someway unforgiven
Time will wait for you
Who may stand in his holy place
Vindicate me O, Lord
And have me to know grace
I will wait for you.....
To Pluck And Bring Forth
2-16-16
Good news
It's supposed to get warmer
And the walls of snow will thaw
As my bird calls and I prefer my steak raw
Instead of the thorn so comes up the figs
To You, O Lord I lift up my soul
To pluck and to bring forth
The humble he guides in justice
I am desolate and afflicted
Instead of the brier will come up the myrtle
In will be for an everlasting sign
Slow like the turtle
Vindicate me, O Lord
My heart is a drum keeping time for everyone
Tell all of your wondrous works
If it wasn't for you
I would have lost it a long time ago
Day after day it's turning around
He never forgets any of our works
Lord, where are you now
As far as I'm concerned
It may as well be over with....
2-16-16
Turn yourself to me
And have mercy by the power of the written word
It works better when I surrender
No longer falsifying these balances of deceit
Hear this ye that swallow up the needy
I'm ready to pluck and bring it forth
And tomorrow with good luck go north
Pardon mine iniquity for it is great
But I will not let it lead me to hate
As so the humble He teaches His way
Someway unforgiven
Time will wait for you
Who may stand in his holy place
Vindicate me O, Lord
And have me to know grace
I will wait for you.....
To Pluck And Bring Forth
2-16-16
Good news
It's supposed to get warmer
And the walls of snow will thaw
As my bird calls and I prefer my steak raw
Instead of the thorn so comes up the figs
To You, O Lord I lift up my soul
To pluck and to bring forth
The humble he guides in justice
I am desolate and afflicted
Instead of the brier will come up the myrtle
In will be for an everlasting sign
Slow like the turtle
Vindicate me, O Lord
My heart is a drum keeping time for everyone
Tell all of your wondrous works
If it wasn't for you
I would have lost it a long time ago
Day after day it's turning around
He never forgets any of our works
Lord, where are you now
As far as I'm concerned
It may as well be over with....
back in Bashan
Back In Bashan
3-16-16
But they have no comforter
At Bashan, our soft, rich and fertile soil
East of the sea of Galilee
Some are born to run
And some are born to fly
In still waters of quietness
Some are born to swim
To anoint and make fat
Life is more than the papermate upon the tablet
I am a worm and no man
Come God's blessing of the King
To take this life of questioning with you
By His side and His right hand
Who knows the Spirit of sons of men
So that I might today take up the pen
And follow the light of heritage...
Plea For Help From The Sanctuary
3-16-16
Seeing you as you are to see them abiding
In the vine that doesn't struggle for fruit upon the stem
O, continue in neuroplasticity
And the learning of new languages
Plea for help from the sanctuary
Yet to defend you and set us on a high place
Come Strength our Rock
Height, breadth and length
To feed the flocks
Allowing not the holy One to see corruption
Today I choose the joy
Soon to come clean again
And step out and shine God's light
In that He never asks for whom do I toil
Anointed with fresh oil....
On Ecclesiastes 3:22
3-16-16
These days are blessing
Even in ungodliness of Belial
We can see through the smokescreen
For Zion our mountain sunny
Our horn, our strength
Our military power only in the sense of the pens in my army
But not for violence
She tells me to assume a moment of silence
And says that I don't need to always be talking
Cry for mercy on the eight stringed harp
My bones are vexed for what is coming next
Value of today
Do not rebuke me in your sore displeasure
Nothing is better for a man than to rejoice in his good works....
3-16-16
But they have no comforter
At Bashan, our soft, rich and fertile soil
East of the sea of Galilee
Some are born to run
And some are born to fly
In still waters of quietness
Some are born to swim
To anoint and make fat
Life is more than the papermate upon the tablet
I am a worm and no man
Come God's blessing of the King
To take this life of questioning with you
By His side and His right hand
Who knows the Spirit of sons of men
So that I might today take up the pen
And follow the light of heritage...
Plea For Help From The Sanctuary
3-16-16
Seeing you as you are to see them abiding
In the vine that doesn't struggle for fruit upon the stem
O, continue in neuroplasticity
And the learning of new languages
Plea for help from the sanctuary
Yet to defend you and set us on a high place
Come Strength our Rock
Height, breadth and length
To feed the flocks
Allowing not the holy One to see corruption
Today I choose the joy
Soon to come clean again
And step out and shine God's light
In that He never asks for whom do I toil
Anointed with fresh oil....
On Ecclesiastes 3:22
3-16-16
These days are blessing
Even in ungodliness of Belial
We can see through the smokescreen
For Zion our mountain sunny
Our horn, our strength
Our military power only in the sense of the pens in my army
But not for violence
She tells me to assume a moment of silence
And says that I don't need to always be talking
Cry for mercy on the eight stringed harp
My bones are vexed for what is coming next
Value of today
Do not rebuke me in your sore displeasure
Nothing is better for a man than to rejoice in his good works....
quirk
Quirk
3-16-16
Refuge in man's pleasure
My chest starts grinding
With sweet one by one I'll knock you out
O, she kills me in the middle
So crossing would be much easier
I actually wanted to get hit by the truck in flaming fire
Another individualist as one that asserts
And belief in the primary
Ease into it
Might as well jump of the side of their oppressors
There is power where music is a great shout in flaming fire
For paternalism come our individual characteristic and peculiarality
Unaccountable so it will be.....
Underline The Who
3-16-16
When he should be come to be glorified
You seem to share the paper's policy
Another ream to work on
My dream to see you as you see them
Twice bitten, thrice shy
The chimney keeps us a good brisk smoke
It seems the boardwalk is moving under our feet
To step to the sand and dance to the moon
And waves as sometime soon
Another square he craves for curvature of the spine
A lay back and take the reigns
As ye learned also of Epaphras
Our dear fellow servant
Underline the who
And pine for the select few
Of the course of innocence.....
3-16-16
Refuge in man's pleasure
My chest starts grinding
With sweet one by one I'll knock you out
O, she kills me in the middle
So crossing would be much easier
I actually wanted to get hit by the truck in flaming fire
Another individualist as one that asserts
And belief in the primary
Ease into it
Might as well jump of the side of their oppressors
There is power where music is a great shout in flaming fire
For paternalism come our individual characteristic and peculiarality
Unaccountable so it will be.....
Underline The Who
3-16-16
When he should be come to be glorified
You seem to share the paper's policy
Another ream to work on
My dream to see you as you see them
Twice bitten, thrice shy
The chimney keeps us a good brisk smoke
It seems the boardwalk is moving under our feet
To step to the sand and dance to the moon
And waves as sometime soon
Another square he craves for curvature of the spine
A lay back and take the reigns
As ye learned also of Epaphras
Our dear fellow servant
Underline the who
And pine for the select few
Of the course of innocence.....
cataloni
Cataloni: Revisited
3-16-16
It can happen to everyone eventually
Who knows who's right
To you who are troubled, rest with us
For another individualist
An architect of life and words that linger
This is for us to see before the road bumps the pen away
She slips O race of rage
For the page a bird escapes from his cage
How does it feel to have an influential tongue of magnetic ink
And diamonds and pearls at you heels
Stepping in a puddle of tomato sauce
It can bring your soul alive
O, cataloni
Where is the compassion...
Cataloni (Revisited Again)
3-16-16
Climbing out of the sky
The days get longer
You prefer the darkness
You step towards the other side
You know you missed the bus intentionally
To look into the mirror and see my happiness
I wish that I could tell you how I feel
For a dream comes through a multitude of business
As changes are taking their places
On a stage of serenity
Upward the spirit of the primal within as the spring
As if they should have put clocks on one way signs
To make it legal on Elm Street
To drive both ways at the chime of eight
I get on with it
For life's oppressions and inequalities.....
3-16-16
It can happen to everyone eventually
Who knows who's right
To you who are troubled, rest with us
For another individualist
An architect of life and words that linger
This is for us to see before the road bumps the pen away
She slips O race of rage
For the page a bird escapes from his cage
How does it feel to have an influential tongue of magnetic ink
And diamonds and pearls at you heels
Stepping in a puddle of tomato sauce
It can bring your soul alive
O, cataloni
Where is the compassion...
Cataloni (Revisited Again)
3-16-16
Climbing out of the sky
The days get longer
You prefer the darkness
You step towards the other side
You know you missed the bus intentionally
To look into the mirror and see my happiness
I wish that I could tell you how I feel
For a dream comes through a multitude of business
As changes are taking their places
On a stage of serenity
Upward the spirit of the primal within as the spring
As if they should have put clocks on one way signs
To make it legal on Elm Street
To drive both ways at the chime of eight
I get on with it
For life's oppressions and inequalities.....
leaning
Leaning (Revisited)
3-15-16
Invisible airwaves crackle with light
He never asks for whom do I toll
Like a bell kept silent by reason of wisdom
For your faith hast grown exceedingly
From the kitchen doorstep
Many entertain strangers
Singing out loud
Quite beautiful and proud
But not rash with thine mouth
A fool's voice is known by his many words
Come echoes with the sound of salesman
Walk prudently and watch every step
Getting closer to where one ought to be
The mare stops where she likes leaning on the scene
Of cool comfort come summer
In my quarters getting better all the time...
Time To Go Out And Get Some
3-15-16
Imagine what can be when you break out of your routine
And do something different this time around
"I know what you're thinking", so she says
Therefore let your words be few
You say it's not always what it is when it's what you want
There I go again with my honest engine
For our race of rage and a bird out of his cage
We hasten to the page
Another uncut diamond
Time to go out and get some....
Shine On Through
3-16-16
Justice to the left of you
Integrity to the right
By his side at his left hand
We are bound to thank him always
For you this morning
I ease into it as it is meet
As it is suitable
Hold on, Sunshine
Shine on through
Because that your faith grow exceedingly
Charge the common ground
Grace and peace from God, the Father
O, Fawcet where is your faith
Your manifest token
That ye may be counted worthy
Sunshine, shine on through...
3-15-16
Invisible airwaves crackle with light
He never asks for whom do I toll
Like a bell kept silent by reason of wisdom
For your faith hast grown exceedingly
From the kitchen doorstep
Many entertain strangers
Singing out loud
Quite beautiful and proud
But not rash with thine mouth
A fool's voice is known by his many words
Come echoes with the sound of salesman
Walk prudently and watch every step
Getting closer to where one ought to be
The mare stops where she likes leaning on the scene
Of cool comfort come summer
In my quarters getting better all the time...
Time To Go Out And Get Some
3-15-16
Imagine what can be when you break out of your routine
And do something different this time around
"I know what you're thinking", so she says
Therefore let your words be few
You say it's not always what it is when it's what you want
There I go again with my honest engine
For our race of rage and a bird out of his cage
We hasten to the page
Another uncut diamond
Time to go out and get some....
Shine On Through
3-16-16
Justice to the left of you
Integrity to the right
By his side at his left hand
We are bound to thank him always
For you this morning
I ease into it as it is meet
As it is suitable
Hold on, Sunshine
Shine on through
Because that your faith grow exceedingly
Charge the common ground
Grace and peace from God, the Father
O, Fawcet where is your faith
Your manifest token
That ye may be counted worthy
Sunshine, shine on through...
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
corollary
Corollary
3-15-16
More religious practices do not satisfy
For corollary and inference of what I said
I try to make sense
Another proposition declined
I toss out my invitation
From premises assumed to be as true
By our own fit of reasoning
From the evidence for life's oppressions and inequalities
It will be another Rush day for corollary and inference
So much like an orange crush day
Our companion unobtrusive
Brethren, pray for us
Faithful is he that has called you
Prove all things
Hold fast to which is good
How can one be warm alone
I have seen it.....
One With God Is A Majority
3-15-16
A threecord strand is not easily broken
Where I stand alone
One with God is a majority
Not one to cast the first stone
Making modern music and still be openhearted
We are bound to thank God always for you as it is meet
Suitable for our glorying
I charge my secretaries
That these writings will be delivered to the world
To share what I have found today
Nothing is better than that a man should rejoice in his own works
For such is our heritage
One with God is a majority
Greet one another with an holy kiss...
3-15-16
More religious practices do not satisfy
For corollary and inference of what I said
I try to make sense
Another proposition declined
I toss out my invitation
From premises assumed to be as true
By our own fit of reasoning
From the evidence for life's oppressions and inequalities
It will be another Rush day for corollary and inference
So much like an orange crush day
Our companion unobtrusive
Brethren, pray for us
Faithful is he that has called you
Prove all things
Hold fast to which is good
How can one be warm alone
I have seen it.....
One With God Is A Majority
3-15-16
A threecord strand is not easily broken
Where I stand alone
One with God is a majority
Not one to cast the first stone
Making modern music and still be openhearted
We are bound to thank God always for you as it is meet
Suitable for our glorying
I charge my secretaries
That these writings will be delivered to the world
To share what I have found today
Nothing is better than that a man should rejoice in his own works
For such is our heritage
One with God is a majority
Greet one another with an holy kiss...
up to par
I'll Be Up To Par
3-15-16
Over the weekend I'll be up to par
As it is said by those who speak from afar
To do: make a note of it
To do: give thanks and praise
And so that I might apply it to life
To the spirits and the faithful brethren at Colossee
I stand corrected
For the hope is laid up in heaven
O, never mind the leaven
Whereof ye heard before in the word of truth
And the gospel that comes to you for a million smiles
Small and delicate yet recalcitrant
Like in my Stoner days of yore....
Be Not Recalcitrant
3-15-16
Esteem them highly in the love that is due
Esteem them even better than you
Now we exhort you, brethren
It's nothing new
Support the weak
Life them up with a Spirit meek
Keeping up a good brisk smoke
Glad to see you as you are to see them
You seem to share the paper's policy
For dreams and wishes
O, elect Bill Taft if you must choose it
Fairbanks help us this year
As she was her own curative convex and yet conclave
Still recalcitrant
As one for peace amongst ourselves
In the place of judgment righteousness is there....
And Look!
3-15-16
At his side by his right hand
Confound all pride
As one to seek to come to understand
Then I return and consider all the oppression
That is under the sun
The messengers take up plectrums
And I say, "heaven yeah, I will hear of it"
Following the shadows of the sky
Come the masses of our populace for poppycock
Quench not the Spirit that works through you today
Despise not prophesying
In that they teach you what to pray
In everything give thanks
Willing to give it all away
Are they only figments of my eyes
Rejoice evermore....
3-15-16
Over the weekend I'll be up to par
As it is said by those who speak from afar
To do: make a note of it
To do: give thanks and praise
And so that I might apply it to life
To the spirits and the faithful brethren at Colossee
I stand corrected
For the hope is laid up in heaven
O, never mind the leaven
Whereof ye heard before in the word of truth
And the gospel that comes to you for a million smiles
Small and delicate yet recalcitrant
Like in my Stoner days of yore....
Be Not Recalcitrant
3-15-16
Esteem them highly in the love that is due
Esteem them even better than you
Now we exhort you, brethren
It's nothing new
Support the weak
Life them up with a Spirit meek
Keeping up a good brisk smoke
Glad to see you as you are to see them
You seem to share the paper's policy
For dreams and wishes
O, elect Bill Taft if you must choose it
Fairbanks help us this year
As she was her own curative convex and yet conclave
Still recalcitrant
As one for peace amongst ourselves
In the place of judgment righteousness is there....
And Look!
3-15-16
At his side by his right hand
Confound all pride
As one to seek to come to understand
Then I return and consider all the oppression
That is under the sun
The messengers take up plectrums
And I say, "heaven yeah, I will hear of it"
Following the shadows of the sky
Come the masses of our populace for poppycock
Quench not the Spirit that works through you today
Despise not prophesying
In that they teach you what to pray
In everything give thanks
Willing to give it all away
Are they only figments of my eyes
Rejoice evermore....
has thou such
Has Thou Such
3-15-16
Let us follow after things that make for peace
May us watch and pray and not cease
As meat destroys not the work
In that all is pure to those of the faith
Has thou such?
Have it to yourself before God
Happy is he that condemns not the things he alloweth
As that which is not of faith is as sin
For even Christ pleased not himself
But as it is written
The reproaches know us well
In the following of the example
Of all that we have seen
Has thou such?
Time For Bloodwork
3-15-16
My heart rejoices
Such is the reward for my labor
A good eleven dollar investment
Back to Romans
A verse for everyone
Now to the God of patience
Ask for such today and you will make it
And as well our consolation
Granting you to be likeminded
One towards another
A time to mourn and a time to dance
For wheat and corn
Today I take that chance
Wherefore receive ye one another
Let's hope that this will be short and sweet
Time to go out for bloodwork...
3-15-16
Let us follow after things that make for peace
May us watch and pray and not cease
As meat destroys not the work
In that all is pure to those of the faith
Has thou such?
Have it to yourself before God
Happy is he that condemns not the things he alloweth
As that which is not of faith is as sin
For even Christ pleased not himself
But as it is written
The reproaches know us well
In the following of the example
Of all that we have seen
Has thou such?
Time For Bloodwork
3-15-16
My heart rejoices
Such is the reward for my labor
A good eleven dollar investment
Back to Romans
A verse for everyone
Now to the God of patience
Ask for such today and you will make it
And as well our consolation
Granting you to be likeminded
One towards another
A time to mourn and a time to dance
For wheat and corn
Today I take that chance
Wherefore receive ye one another
Let's hope that this will be short and sweet
Time to go out for bloodwork...
dryshod
Dryshod Again
4-1-16
Old men cross the red sea dryshod
I've got sweet dreams of this victory
Our love is here to stay
Not for a year but evermore
Feeling arid like a desert
Drain that cacti and quench your thirst
In time the Alps crumble
O Gemini and Capricorn
In a heart filled chorus memories pass
The faucet, the burden
Of Arabia the Appalations
Will slide like mud
Come the return of blood...
Old Prescription
4-1-16
She pulls out at ten but I don't need to go
Slapped on my old prescription wire frames
Because my new ones are broken
Singing come the initial flight of my free bird
From me they shine within your eyes
And my arms reach out to you for the hourglass
How about the lie
Money and maneuver until Herbert Hoover
Grass is as sand
No longing remains unfulfilled
For summary riposte
A new view
A new look from the old book
Go, set a watchman
For my old prescription....
4-1-16
Old men cross the red sea dryshod
I've got sweet dreams of this victory
Our love is here to stay
Not for a year but evermore
Feeling arid like a desert
Drain that cacti and quench your thirst
In time the Alps crumble
O Gemini and Capricorn
In a heart filled chorus memories pass
The faucet, the burden
Of Arabia the Appalations
Will slide like mud
Come the return of blood...
Old Prescription
4-1-16
She pulls out at ten but I don't need to go
Slapped on my old prescription wire frames
Because my new ones are broken
Singing come the initial flight of my free bird
From me they shine within your eyes
And my arms reach out to you for the hourglass
How about the lie
Money and maneuver until Herbert Hoover
Grass is as sand
No longing remains unfulfilled
For summary riposte
A new view
A new look from the old book
Go, set a watchman
For my old prescription....
tacklebox
Tacklebox
4-1-16
Fishing is not for knuckleheads
Still walking through this world
No one on earth would ever really know the latest creed
So we believed
Carry that tacklebox and rod
And lean today on the Son of God
For deep, deep blue
Behind a veil of gray
This place is like a dream
Like another world and speculations
The rule is always to give yourself the choice
To go or to decline
All along with the Huntington Cairnses
Have wombs, we will go
I was dismayed when I saw it....
Just For Me
4-1-16
Here's a song of simple songs
Both right and wrong like a coal on our tongs
By the available light come mastery of the clouds
Hardly any today
There's no one here
The governor is gone
I play "Time Out Of Mind" in its entirety
A lucky star shines just for you and I
I was a fool to get that way
Come portents and premonitions
For pride in our pay poor spirited
In that we do care
And left unwritten letters
My uncle was probably out to eat
Logic tells us, baby, it's you....
Go Up And Besiege
4-1-16
Go up, O Elam
Besiege, O Media
Still here to see the available light
The devil says that this is as good as it gets
But God says that there is always a better place
Carrying the keys to the kitchen in knowledge
In such a life quoting the artists
Like the crumpled better left-unwritten letter
Past Elizabeth city
A tribute to Sister
A skylark for those in three-beat phrases
Time to go country at least for a little while
Go, set a watchman
The new album is growing on me
Discovered in a life of its own
Without imagining....
No Joke
4-1-16
No such cruel April Fools jokes today
O how it must seem
All about my wonderful dream
Dry as air as nigh as care
There is a God
Even when they say it's a hellish world
But I can make it a miracle
I prayed for country artists to write something spiritual
And God came through again
Then he cried, "A lion, my Lord"
Watchman O, what of the dark day
Arise and anoint the shield
Another emblematic ditty
I've got music and chips to throw into the kitty
Who can ask for anything more
Palm branch or bulrush will do....
4-1-16
Fishing is not for knuckleheads
Still walking through this world
No one on earth would ever really know the latest creed
So we believed
Carry that tacklebox and rod
And lean today on the Son of God
For deep, deep blue
Behind a veil of gray
This place is like a dream
Like another world and speculations
The rule is always to give yourself the choice
To go or to decline
All along with the Huntington Cairnses
Have wombs, we will go
I was dismayed when I saw it....
Just For Me
4-1-16
Here's a song of simple songs
Both right and wrong like a coal on our tongs
By the available light come mastery of the clouds
Hardly any today
There's no one here
The governor is gone
I play "Time Out Of Mind" in its entirety
A lucky star shines just for you and I
I was a fool to get that way
Come portents and premonitions
For pride in our pay poor spirited
In that we do care
And left unwritten letters
My uncle was probably out to eat
Logic tells us, baby, it's you....
Go Up And Besiege
4-1-16
Go up, O Elam
Besiege, O Media
Still here to see the available light
The devil says that this is as good as it gets
But God says that there is always a better place
Carrying the keys to the kitchen in knowledge
In such a life quoting the artists
Like the crumpled better left-unwritten letter
Past Elizabeth city
A tribute to Sister
A skylark for those in three-beat phrases
Time to go country at least for a little while
Go, set a watchman
The new album is growing on me
Discovered in a life of its own
Without imagining....
No Joke
4-1-16
No such cruel April Fools jokes today
O how it must seem
All about my wonderful dream
Dry as air as nigh as care
There is a God
Even when they say it's a hellish world
But I can make it a miracle
I prayed for country artists to write something spiritual
And God came through again
Then he cried, "A lion, my Lord"
Watchman O, what of the dark day
Arise and anoint the shield
Another emblematic ditty
I've got music and chips to throw into the kitty
Who can ask for anything more
Palm branch or bulrush will do....
caravan
Caravan (My Version)
4-1-16
I know only the road I'm on
Down to the cul-de-sec
I meet you there at times
I'm a ten speed much like a four gear
It gets me to where I want to go
Come travelling companions and caravans
So cool and to rule
Still in the stone age in my old school
Some know their entire town
But today it's just me and my unnamed street
And friends to meet
People and paperwork
Go, set a watchman
Let him declare what he sees
Where do I really see it
Come a minute when he shot the shaft....
Waning (Soon To Be Waxing)
4-1-16
Appearance of another waning moon
Dimming my sights before noon
O, deep blue her eyes is where it was at in the sometimes
Once more was an Archer and she was my friend
Even if I didn't realize it at the time
Loving the smell of old used books
All or overall the great big one on me
Great is the reassurance
Now I'm as good as new
Soon again I go country
For a brother across the way
Babylon is fallen
And many today want to rebuild it
In the valley of vision
It's your decision
Simply waning....
4-1-16
I know only the road I'm on
Down to the cul-de-sec
I meet you there at times
I'm a ten speed much like a four gear
It gets me to where I want to go
Come travelling companions and caravans
So cool and to rule
Still in the stone age in my old school
Some know their entire town
But today it's just me and my unnamed street
And friends to meet
People and paperwork
Go, set a watchman
Let him declare what he sees
Where do I really see it
Come a minute when he shot the shaft....
Waning (Soon To Be Waxing)
4-1-16
Appearance of another waning moon
Dimming my sights before noon
O, deep blue her eyes is where it was at in the sometimes
Once more was an Archer and she was my friend
Even if I didn't realize it at the time
Loving the smell of old used books
All or overall the great big one on me
Great is the reassurance
Now I'm as good as new
Soon again I go country
For a brother across the way
Babylon is fallen
And many today want to rebuild it
In the valley of vision
It's your decision
Simply waning....
Monday, April 18, 2016
heavy suitcase
Heavy Suitcase
4-1-16
O, blessed Assyria, the work of my hands
And Israel my inheritance
Through the darkness of unnamed pathways
Tomorrow keeps turning around
America is dying in that we don't have the heart
Let the peace of God rule in your works of art
We wear the same thorny crown
So it comes from a terrible land
Setting sail out onto a wonderful sea
Come these precious hours that keep us so tightly bound
I'm just writing it
Carrying her in my suitcase full of trinkets
My ticket to accompaniment
That's a long time soon coming....
Crankshaft
4-1-16
I keep cranking them out
God has His reasons
My heart tied up in knots
As emotions stem from thoughts
And I will just be
Wait and see
Nothing I am standing on
Come transition into the light of dawn
Through the door, yes, straight on through
I am glad to have gotten through to you
I set a goal to read a novel
Trying to be friendly
Where do I really see it
Does it really matter
In the seeds I scatter to really rock this place
God, let me shine my light
On this darkest day....
4-1-16
O, blessed Assyria, the work of my hands
And Israel my inheritance
Through the darkness of unnamed pathways
Tomorrow keeps turning around
America is dying in that we don't have the heart
Let the peace of God rule in your works of art
We wear the same thorny crown
So it comes from a terrible land
Setting sail out onto a wonderful sea
Come these precious hours that keep us so tightly bound
I'm just writing it
Carrying her in my suitcase full of trinkets
My ticket to accompaniment
That's a long time soon coming....
Crankshaft
4-1-16
I keep cranking them out
God has His reasons
My heart tied up in knots
As emotions stem from thoughts
And I will just be
Wait and see
Nothing I am standing on
Come transition into the light of dawn
Through the door, yes, straight on through
I am glad to have gotten through to you
I set a goal to read a novel
Trying to be friendly
Where do I really see it
Does it really matter
In the seeds I scatter to really rock this place
God, let me shine my light
On this darkest day....
sweet horizons
Sweet Horizons
4-1-16
Twenty cubits cubed
The oracle in the forefront
And the whole house overlaid with gold
Begin again within such an oracle
Two cheribims of the olive tree
Hold me now till the hour has gone around
Then face the music as well as the two doors of the fir
To be rent by one sole dear
By the building of the inner court
In the month of Bul
Not our last resort
The poor do drudge
For pay to buy peanut butter fudge
Good investment
At our sweet horizons
Blessed is Egypt
My people just as well...
Impending Conquest
4-1-16
Last words of wisdom
Before he passes on
Over the counter drugs at dawn
I am left of your shout and praise
By this emotion through the heart
Read also Proverbs twenty-three
And take a prayer nap while sitting upright
Written to his son, Rehoboam
What can such knowledge bring but more sorrow
Like a sugar cube that melts away
Transition into daylight
In earnest such appears to be
In what most cannot see
Grace under fire into the mountain
My refreshing fountain....
"Boom Cha!"
4-1-16
Voices in the riff say Coca Cola
"Boom cha!" in my brain
In heart I work wickedness
Do it heartily as unto the Lord
And not unto men
Be mindful of all action
Today some say, "I'm not beautiful anymore"
But God doesn't think so
My suffering heart is always online
At the chime of seven seventeen
I can finally get on with it
Visiting a brother
Well I was dismayed when I saw it
Where my heart yet wavers
In washing my feet in tap water lavers
All its singing I have made to cease
God commands the Medes to take it for themselves....
4-1-16
Twenty cubits cubed
The oracle in the forefront
And the whole house overlaid with gold
Begin again within such an oracle
Two cheribims of the olive tree
Hold me now till the hour has gone around
Then face the music as well as the two doors of the fir
To be rent by one sole dear
By the building of the inner court
In the month of Bul
Not our last resort
The poor do drudge
For pay to buy peanut butter fudge
Good investment
At our sweet horizons
Blessed is Egypt
My people just as well...
Impending Conquest
4-1-16
Last words of wisdom
Before he passes on
Over the counter drugs at dawn
I am left of your shout and praise
By this emotion through the heart
Read also Proverbs twenty-three
And take a prayer nap while sitting upright
Written to his son, Rehoboam
What can such knowledge bring but more sorrow
Like a sugar cube that melts away
Transition into daylight
In earnest such appears to be
In what most cannot see
Grace under fire into the mountain
My refreshing fountain....
"Boom Cha!"
4-1-16
Voices in the riff say Coca Cola
"Boom cha!" in my brain
In heart I work wickedness
Do it heartily as unto the Lord
And not unto men
Be mindful of all action
Today some say, "I'm not beautiful anymore"
But God doesn't think so
My suffering heart is always online
At the chime of seven seventeen
I can finally get on with it
Visiting a brother
Well I was dismayed when I saw it
Where my heart yet wavers
In washing my feet in tap water lavers
All its singing I have made to cease
God commands the Medes to take it for themselves....
get the message out
"Get The Message Out!"
4-1-16
But all the promises we failed to keep
What I sow yeah, I shall reap
It will be easy for Saint John
When you read the Old Testament
You can't leave Jesus out of the equation
Still testifying in due times
For the mediator of a better covenant
Bright and early I'll see you soon
For personal evangelism
A harbor in the tempest
Godliness profits unto all things
Let my light shine on them today, Amen....
On First Kings 6:7-10
4-1-16
How?
Suffering and labor
When?
Right now
Who?
Jesus, the Christ
Why?
Just because
Rule the people wrought in work
You'll have to wait twenty minutes
For my new fresh pot to perk
In the month of Zif
We begin to build
Making the windows of narrow lights
It's just the way it goes
For sparrow hovering heights
No tool, axe or hammer upon uncut stones
We build our chambers as we count unbroken bones
How?
Just keep on keeping on
Today I might just wear a short sleeved shirt....
4-1-16
But all the promises we failed to keep
What I sow yeah, I shall reap
It will be easy for Saint John
When you read the Old Testament
You can't leave Jesus out of the equation
Still testifying in due times
For the mediator of a better covenant
Bright and early I'll see you soon
For personal evangelism
A harbor in the tempest
Godliness profits unto all things
Let my light shine on them today, Amen....
On First Kings 6:7-10
4-1-16
How?
Suffering and labor
When?
Right now
Who?
Jesus, the Christ
Why?
Just because
Rule the people wrought in work
You'll have to wait twenty minutes
For my new fresh pot to perk
In the month of Zif
We begin to build
Making the windows of narrow lights
It's just the way it goes
For sparrow hovering heights
No tool, axe or hammer upon uncut stones
We build our chambers as we count unbroken bones
How?
Just keep on keeping on
Today I might just wear a short sleeved shirt....
one mediator
One Mediator
4-1-16
One God, one Mediator, Jesus
Ransom for all
Come the knowledge of truth
And the verity of unconcealed true dark songs
Written about the light
Belief goes on and on
O, abase and abound in a new place
Where love is found
Come impending conquest
And nowhere to go till I go west
All for my commander in chief
And the turning over of a new leaf
Three years walking barefoot and naked
I believe in love
We've been here almost twenty years
My longest sojourn
One mediator
A ransom for all.....
Back On Track
4-1-16
Come unconditional truth in verity
Three soldiers on my cubit square table
In the form of prudent papermates
Three bear record in heaven
An idol is nothing in the world
But something we can see
Where apostasy comes in in Rome
Bullet the red
Our leadership manual
Some crept in unawares
Can't explain it
I just believe it
Incarnation God in flesh
Many ask "How!"
Made under the law and of a woman
Time to get back on track for laity and our people....
4-1-16
One God, one Mediator, Jesus
Ransom for all
Come the knowledge of truth
And the verity of unconcealed true dark songs
Written about the light
Belief goes on and on
O, abase and abound in a new place
Where love is found
Come impending conquest
And nowhere to go till I go west
All for my commander in chief
And the turning over of a new leaf
Three years walking barefoot and naked
I believe in love
We've been here almost twenty years
My longest sojourn
One mediator
A ransom for all.....
Back On Track
4-1-16
Come unconditional truth in verity
Three soldiers on my cubit square table
In the form of prudent papermates
Three bear record in heaven
An idol is nothing in the world
But something we can see
Where apostasy comes in in Rome
Bullet the red
Our leadership manual
Some crept in unawares
Can't explain it
I just believe it
Incarnation God in flesh
Many ask "How!"
Made under the law and of a woman
Time to get back on track for laity and our people....
research
Research Social Chaos
4-1-16
I stand at the entrance
To a new world of meaning
Our source of stability
It needs to happen today
In our anchored float for Indian spices
And the flesh of goat
Feeding linnet and finch to the flaxseeds
To gather such is a cinch
To rise by reason of lightness
O, buoy be my bearing
No need for stoicism but such is appealing
Happiness comes not about by denial of depression
But living with it
Yet to research social chaos
And prove that it doth but succor....
Dearth
4-1-16
It's been one week since my bittersweet departure
Feel free to log your thoughts and feelings
By the stream flowing down into my backyard
That's along to line together
She's still with me
And mere good chips on my shoulder
Barbeque and ruffled
In the year that Tartan came to Ahdod
When Sargon sent him
To speak to those yet in doubt
O, happiness
Is she overrated
Sorrow is better than mirth
For by it sweeter is ones countenance
As the human race stinks
For dearth in the land of truth....
4-1-16
I stand at the entrance
To a new world of meaning
Our source of stability
It needs to happen today
In our anchored float for Indian spices
And the flesh of goat
Feeding linnet and finch to the flaxseeds
To gather such is a cinch
To rise by reason of lightness
O, buoy be my bearing
No need for stoicism but such is appealing
Happiness comes not about by denial of depression
But living with it
Yet to research social chaos
And prove that it doth but succor....
Dearth
4-1-16
It's been one week since my bittersweet departure
Feel free to log your thoughts and feelings
By the stream flowing down into my backyard
That's along to line together
She's still with me
And mere good chips on my shoulder
Barbeque and ruffled
In the year that Tartan came to Ahdod
When Sargon sent him
To speak to those yet in doubt
O, happiness
Is she overrated
Sorrow is better than mirth
For by it sweeter is ones countenance
As the human race stinks
For dearth in the land of truth....
prudent papermate
Prudent Papermate
4-1-16
Up at four
My prudent papermate will be my whore
Seventy percent chance of rain
It needs not mean my pain
This love won't let me go
To live together then pull apart
Praying for kings and all in authority
Their rule a work of art
As gallant streets sound like an opera
Product of prayer good and acceptable
No April Fool's joke here
Ben Franklin stood up
Come knowledge to be empowered
Prayer made in the morning
Heart and soul the key to peace
And freedom in America....
Turkey-Time
4-1-16
Love rescue me
And be the real thing today
It behooved him to be made like his brethren
God at sundry times and in divers manners spoke unto us
Raise me up and don't let me fall
For every house is built by some man
But He that builds all things is God
Many strangers I have made friends
Thou near in my mouth
And far from my reigns
We are here for cultures since turkey-time
They ask me to reveal all that is real
The weather report is always subject to change....
4-1-16
Up at four
My prudent papermate will be my whore
Seventy percent chance of rain
It needs not mean my pain
This love won't let me go
To live together then pull apart
Praying for kings and all in authority
Their rule a work of art
As gallant streets sound like an opera
Product of prayer good and acceptable
No April Fool's joke here
Ben Franklin stood up
Come knowledge to be empowered
Prayer made in the morning
Heart and soul the key to peace
And freedom in America....
Turkey-Time
4-1-16
Love rescue me
And be the real thing today
It behooved him to be made like his brethren
God at sundry times and in divers manners spoke unto us
Raise me up and don't let me fall
For every house is built by some man
But He that builds all things is God
Many strangers I have made friends
Thou near in my mouth
And far from my reigns
We are here for cultures since turkey-time
They ask me to reveal all that is real
The weather report is always subject to change....
build up
Build Up Self First
3-31-16
I'm on fire for God
In me I pray for the choir
Just so that I can see
Put on another Dylan record
About what it is to be free
You can check this out
Have a wonderful day
Preferring coffee rather than tea
Back down into the valley of vision
Yet to convince the skeptics
Still I can't give you water if I have none in my pail
To study the art of love
I'm looking for you today, yes
You must build yourself up first
Goaded by more of the same
In insatiable thirst
As Sargon sends him to tell you....
Confession Out Of Conviction And Not Condemnation
3-31-16
You choose habits and they choose your future
I didn't want to hear this
But now I have a better understanding
Of the Spirit on the water
I keep thinking about you
My eyes full of adultery
still subject to covetousness
This much I confess
To be convicted but not condemned
Come the Word of God and doctrine
I'm sweating blood
In a need to nourish it
Go and remove your sackcloth
Thrice there is an Archer
And she had a minute to spare
Not just another memory
Sometimes a trigger
O, go and figure
The burden against Dumah
And another four pound bag of sugar...
Suffering Needless
3-31-16
For personal evangelism
Get the message out and spread the word
How?
But by labor and suffering needless
Putting brethren in remembrance
Often I forget just who I am in Christ
Godliness profits unto all things
As so at twilight the first unidentified bird sings
Having the promise of life that now is
And of that which is to come
O, choose zeal for the levy of thirty thousand
In the month of Zif
We build the porch
As one can't hide while carrying his torch
O, companies of Dedanites
Rock on
For all nonresistance....
3-31-16
I'm on fire for God
In me I pray for the choir
Just so that I can see
Put on another Dylan record
About what it is to be free
You can check this out
Have a wonderful day
Preferring coffee rather than tea
Back down into the valley of vision
Yet to convince the skeptics
Still I can't give you water if I have none in my pail
To study the art of love
I'm looking for you today, yes
You must build yourself up first
Goaded by more of the same
In insatiable thirst
As Sargon sends him to tell you....
Confession Out Of Conviction And Not Condemnation
3-31-16
You choose habits and they choose your future
I didn't want to hear this
But now I have a better understanding
Of the Spirit on the water
I keep thinking about you
My eyes full of adultery
still subject to covetousness
This much I confess
To be convicted but not condemned
Come the Word of God and doctrine
I'm sweating blood
In a need to nourish it
Go and remove your sackcloth
Thrice there is an Archer
And she had a minute to spare
Not just another memory
Sometimes a trigger
O, go and figure
The burden against Dumah
And another four pound bag of sugar...
Suffering Needless
3-31-16
For personal evangelism
Get the message out and spread the word
How?
But by labor and suffering needless
Putting brethren in remembrance
Often I forget just who I am in Christ
Godliness profits unto all things
As so at twilight the first unidentified bird sings
Having the promise of life that now is
And of that which is to come
O, choose zeal for the levy of thirty thousand
In the month of Zif
We build the porch
As one can't hide while carrying his torch
O, companies of Dedanites
Rock on
For all nonresistance....
Sunday, April 17, 2016
flackery
Flackery
3-31-16
Those whom weave with fine fabric
Will be proud and then soon ashamed of dignity for what it is
Ye see distress how Jerusalem is laid waste
And gates are burned
Come let us build new walls
Just so we can knock them down again
Flaccid and lacking force
Drawing from an inexhaustible source
For flackery and publicity most of us seek
I flake out in the late afternoon
To dream of living other lives flaky and eccentric
Like a walking shadow in my brian
Princes of Noph delude Egypt
For all pleasure and pain
To live is Christ and to die is gain...
Mainstay
3-31-16
Come the mainstay of the tribes
Robin flies away when I send her positive vibes
Of our impending conquest
A drunken man staggers in his own vomit
I'm looking the world over
Far into the east to darn and mend
I feel the change coming on
Sorrows?
Halelijiah anyway
Faith is doing what you can't see through
Spirit glad and flesh vexed
The bible is more to me than just sacred text
It's between you and I to determine what's next
All for Tartan
I'm looking out for a black dodge van
Branch and bulrush will do....
"Pay he School A Visit", God Says
3-31-16
In the manger with my stranger
In God I am not in danger
As so I write the music for the whiporwhils
Ministers include us all
Pile on the dust
I do the same thing
These things command and teach
Brick by brick
A prayer for the gentile giant
If not growing then you're dying
Pay the school a visit
Give knowledge a chance
Fiding myself in the raging storm
Apostle Paul's time was short
So he wrote one more letter
To those who needed to hear about it
It's all good
Where God commands the Medes
Besiege, O Media....
3-31-16
Those whom weave with fine fabric
Will be proud and then soon ashamed of dignity for what it is
Ye see distress how Jerusalem is laid waste
And gates are burned
Come let us build new walls
Just so we can knock them down again
Flaccid and lacking force
Drawing from an inexhaustible source
For flackery and publicity most of us seek
I flake out in the late afternoon
To dream of living other lives flaky and eccentric
Like a walking shadow in my brian
Princes of Noph delude Egypt
For all pleasure and pain
To live is Christ and to die is gain...
Mainstay
3-31-16
Come the mainstay of the tribes
Robin flies away when I send her positive vibes
Of our impending conquest
A drunken man staggers in his own vomit
I'm looking the world over
Far into the east to darn and mend
I feel the change coming on
Sorrows?
Halelijiah anyway
Faith is doing what you can't see through
Spirit glad and flesh vexed
The bible is more to me than just sacred text
It's between you and I to determine what's next
All for Tartan
I'm looking out for a black dodge van
Branch and bulrush will do....
"Pay he School A Visit", God Says
3-31-16
In the manger with my stranger
In God I am not in danger
As so I write the music for the whiporwhils
Ministers include us all
Pile on the dust
I do the same thing
These things command and teach
Brick by brick
A prayer for the gentile giant
If not growing then you're dying
Pay the school a visit
Give knowledge a chance
Fiding myself in the raging storm
Apostle Paul's time was short
So he wrote one more letter
To those who needed to hear about it
It's all good
Where God commands the Medes
Besiege, O Media....
Yggdrasil
Yggdrasil Revisited
3-31-16
Time and space doth intervene
Praying on behalf of others
Skating on icy rivers
Hoping not to sink through
To lead a peaceable life
On the tail we disembark
Thank God for this privlege and right
My day is my illumination of all that God has made me
Cunningly minute in passionate preference
As petals fall from roses
Where no one follows the laws of Moses
For the whole Yggdrasil in of going-out
By the force of thought
And the emancipation of being
As the rivers will be sweet.....
Vessels Of Reed (On The Waters)
3-31-16
Quiet and peaceable
For freedom to preach the gospel
A sermon in something as simple as a smile
Roll on John
There, I said it
Slow down, you're moving way too fast
Shine your light for a people tall and smooth of skin
And a clean shave
My face is like a baby's rump
Being seven hours conscious
I begin to feel my stubble
Let them tell you now
And so the picture is caught
O, how senseless it is in how we fought
Even in vessels of reed on the waters.....
3-31-16
Time and space doth intervene
Praying on behalf of others
Skating on icy rivers
Hoping not to sink through
To lead a peaceable life
On the tail we disembark
Thank God for this privlege and right
My day is my illumination of all that God has made me
Cunningly minute in passionate preference
As petals fall from roses
Where no one follows the laws of Moses
For the whole Yggdrasil in of going-out
By the force of thought
And the emancipation of being
As the rivers will be sweet.....
Vessels Of Reed (On The Waters)
3-31-16
Quiet and peaceable
For freedom to preach the gospel
A sermon in something as simple as a smile
Roll on John
There, I said it
Slow down, you're moving way too fast
Shine your light for a people tall and smooth of skin
And a clean shave
My face is like a baby's rump
Being seven hours conscious
I begin to feel my stubble
Let them tell you now
And so the picture is caught
O, how senseless it is in how we fought
Even in vessels of reed on the waters.....
fertile valley
My Fertile Valley
3-31-16
To cut off sprigs with pruning hooks
Where the architect digs
And finds golden plates and old books
O, rightly divide the word of truth
Exhortation, supplications, intercessions be made for all men
"Saved", not just a Baptist term
I got a lot of good stuff from such a church
Even if they were a tad judgmental
For secrets I cannot disguise
They are still in my heart
Yet in a need to translate
The holding of the faith
Back down to the valley of Rephaim
Quite fertile in remembering Myrtle....
Keep Coming Out
3-31-16
I pay in blood but not my own
Jesus already did it for us
All that we need to make it
As idols of Egypt totter at His presence
Everyone will make reconciliation with his brother
I hear the lawnmower for the first time
Come irrigation canals rivers and Brooks
City for city changed from the creature
I've been to such a river
Voices say, O keep coming out
To shine your light for bole and branch and root
And to make rock the flute
To its every guise yet discreet
I keep my eyes on the prize
But I can do nothing of myself
I leap out of bed again at four
Awake according to God's will....
Onward For Their Beginning
3-31-16
To a people wonderful on land from their beginning
Carving another rough gem to my liking
In Scarlet Town up on the hill
Killing my comfort with quickening
We all need our prayer and meditation cover to stay right here and now
Prayer: also defined as devotion and passion about something
For Egypt's decline and collapse melting in the midst
Kingdom for kingdom
How can we say as being natural
"I am the son of the wise"
You did it my main man....
3-31-16
To cut off sprigs with pruning hooks
Where the architect digs
And finds golden plates and old books
O, rightly divide the word of truth
Exhortation, supplications, intercessions be made for all men
"Saved", not just a Baptist term
I got a lot of good stuff from such a church
Even if they were a tad judgmental
For secrets I cannot disguise
They are still in my heart
Yet in a need to translate
The holding of the faith
Back down to the valley of Rephaim
Quite fertile in remembering Myrtle....
Keep Coming Out
3-31-16
I pay in blood but not my own
Jesus already did it for us
All that we need to make it
As idols of Egypt totter at His presence
Everyone will make reconciliation with his brother
I hear the lawnmower for the first time
Come irrigation canals rivers and Brooks
City for city changed from the creature
I've been to such a river
Voices say, O keep coming out
To shine your light for bole and branch and root
And to make rock the flute
To its every guise yet discreet
I keep my eyes on the prize
But I can do nothing of myself
I leap out of bed again at four
Awake according to God's will....
Onward For Their Beginning
3-31-16
To a people wonderful on land from their beginning
Carving another rough gem to my liking
In Scarlet Town up on the hill
Killing my comfort with quickening
We all need our prayer and meditation cover to stay right here and now
Prayer: also defined as devotion and passion about something
For Egypt's decline and collapse melting in the midst
Kingdom for kingdom
How can we say as being natural
"I am the son of the wise"
You did it my main man....
Kir Heres
Kir Heres
3-31-16
It's tough out there
And I meet her everywhere
Things are breaking up
Her branches are stretched out still
Like his hand battle cries
Fall over our summer fruits
Coming in springtime
Premature but still quite ripe
In my dustpot broom
Some say that only ten percent hang in there
Never a sprint, always a marathon
Wig out if that is what you feel like
Will you need me later come perseverance through fear
A reverential trust
Expect it oft where patience has her perfect work!
For Kir Heres....
Persevere!
3-31-16
See the maps at the back of your book
Not for Mischeal come chorus and hook
On our high place
It's hard to come back down
Our work like writing on sands of an ebb tide
It's so easy in this to take pride
For blessings though favor
We get impressed with ourselves
Satan want you to be the center of your own universe
Believe me I've been there oft
Have a good one so you can have another
All for wooden images
It is natural to want something you can see
Did I pray for patience unawares
To succor my thoughts and cares.....
3-31-16
It's tough out there
And I meet her everywhere
Things are breaking up
Her branches are stretched out still
Like his hand battle cries
Fall over our summer fruits
Coming in springtime
Premature but still quite ripe
In my dustpot broom
Some say that only ten percent hang in there
Never a sprint, always a marathon
Wig out if that is what you feel like
Will you need me later come perseverance through fear
A reverential trust
Expect it oft where patience has her perfect work!
For Kir Heres....
Persevere!
3-31-16
See the maps at the back of your book
Not for Mischeal come chorus and hook
On our high place
It's hard to come back down
Our work like writing on sands of an ebb tide
It's so easy in this to take pride
For blessings though favor
We get impressed with ourselves
Satan want you to be the center of your own universe
Believe me I've been there oft
Have a good one so you can have another
All for wooden images
It is natural to want something you can see
Did I pray for patience unawares
To succor my thoughts and cares.....
Never Alone
I'm Never Alone
3-31-16
Sky high for both feet
I wait till dusk to get something to eat
Estelle has wandered off to somewhere
She's in earnest O, so it seems
So I respond to a familiar voice
A song written to a girl that is and does not
Her name is like a wedding feast
Looking out the window
With a pistachio ice cream cone
I'm never alone
Uphill to make it a thrill
To pull and carry the weight
And I know that I'm living in a happy harmony
A dollar short with chain and collar
I exhort for Damascus and her ally
To yet stumble...
No One Ready
3-31-16
Looking at her till my eyes grow dim
I've done wrong big time
She is not a pair of shoes
One event changer the entire course of history
After seven years we all come back
Are you ready?
None of us are
Battle cries are fallen
A fresh start to another prolific one
Her branches are stretched out still
To bewail the line of Sibmah
We have heard of the pride of Moab
With a toast to the king
Come this cataclysmic event
I'm not giving up without a fight
Are you ready?
No one is....
Damascus And Her Ally
3-31-16
Out of the genius of generosity
Bob Dylan said this
And many before him work and fight to rebuild
The walls in fifty-two days flat and sharp
Sometimes I catch a little too many
To get into her winds of March concluding
Come joy from a plentiful field
They're all long gone only to return
As the world is full of derelicts
Like a feudal lord having more lives than a cat
Making people, not popcorn
The snail got on the ark be perseverance
We get our core values as wind is coming through
Making wild my unconventional hairstyle
Work and fight
Resistance makes one stronger sometimes.....
3-31-16
Sky high for both feet
I wait till dusk to get something to eat
Estelle has wandered off to somewhere
She's in earnest O, so it seems
So I respond to a familiar voice
A song written to a girl that is and does not
Her name is like a wedding feast
Looking out the window
With a pistachio ice cream cone
I'm never alone
Uphill to make it a thrill
To pull and carry the weight
And I know that I'm living in a happy harmony
A dollar short with chain and collar
I exhort for Damascus and her ally
To yet stumble...
No One Ready
3-31-16
Looking at her till my eyes grow dim
I've done wrong big time
She is not a pair of shoes
One event changer the entire course of history
After seven years we all come back
Are you ready?
None of us are
Battle cries are fallen
A fresh start to another prolific one
Her branches are stretched out still
To bewail the line of Sibmah
We have heard of the pride of Moab
With a toast to the king
Come this cataclysmic event
I'm not giving up without a fight
Are you ready?
No one is....
Damascus And Her Ally
3-31-16
Out of the genius of generosity
Bob Dylan said this
And many before him work and fight to rebuild
The walls in fifty-two days flat and sharp
Sometimes I catch a little too many
To get into her winds of March concluding
Come joy from a plentiful field
They're all long gone only to return
As the world is full of derelicts
Like a feudal lord having more lives than a cat
Making people, not popcorn
The snail got on the ark be perseverance
We get our core values as wind is coming through
Making wild my unconventional hairstyle
Work and fight
Resistance makes one stronger sometimes.....
Friday, April 15, 2016
waters
For Waters Of Dimon
3-31-16
Hide the outcasts and keep them safe and sound
Working my legs but not only to get around
O, how I need someone to watch over me
Gershwin said this
And the new album is a miracle in modern sound
All members, one body, one bread
One leaf
Make your shadow like the night
In broad daylight
Gladness is replaced
In the minds of those whom choose it
And One will sit on it in truth
Hide the outcasts
Gifts must be exercised in love
Do they really hear?
Soon time to turn it over to Dylan....
Another Papermate (Label Faded)
3-31-16
In the vineyards and orchards
There will be joy if we choose it
Love builds up inside
It's a newfangled law to you and me
Along with my pretty prized papermates calling
Savor its pride and its stability
Your Daddy's rich and your Mama's good looking
They so much more wish to hear my name
Where nothing could harbor
You reach for the salt
I am a one man bar
Where are these quotes getting me
But back to the here and now
For the cotton is high
Come wailing of Eglaim.....
Send The Lamb (Part 2)
3-31-16
I am a one man bar
Since I'm ready
Good Lord above you want a rolling rock
Send down that cloud with its silver lining
My passed on grandfather said I'd write better poems without the cigarette
Now that I mention it I must step out for another
He's not heavy, He's my brother
O, show me the river and take me across
I adjust my gravy covered cowboy hat I no longer wear
O, send the lamb
For a place that gets more fancy every day
What does he say to you
Now that the sun is up
Send the lamb...
3-31-16
Hide the outcasts and keep them safe and sound
Working my legs but not only to get around
O, how I need someone to watch over me
Gershwin said this
And the new album is a miracle in modern sound
All members, one body, one bread
One leaf
Make your shadow like the night
In broad daylight
Gladness is replaced
In the minds of those whom choose it
And One will sit on it in truth
Hide the outcasts
Gifts must be exercised in love
Do they really hear?
Soon time to turn it over to Dylan....
Another Papermate (Label Faded)
3-31-16
In the vineyards and orchards
There will be joy if we choose it
Love builds up inside
It's a newfangled law to you and me
Along with my pretty prized papermates calling
Savor its pride and its stability
Your Daddy's rich and your Mama's good looking
They so much more wish to hear my name
Where nothing could harbor
You reach for the salt
I am a one man bar
Where are these quotes getting me
But back to the here and now
For the cotton is high
Come wailing of Eglaim.....
Send The Lamb (Part 2)
3-31-16
I am a one man bar
Since I'm ready
Good Lord above you want a rolling rock
Send down that cloud with its silver lining
My passed on grandfather said I'd write better poems without the cigarette
Now that I mention it I must step out for another
He's not heavy, He's my brother
O, show me the river and take me across
I adjust my gravy covered cowboy hat I no longer wear
O, send the lamb
For a place that gets more fancy every day
What does he say to you
Now that the sun is up
Send the lamb...
uncut
Uncut
3-31-16
A voice is heard as far as Jahaz
His beard never needs be cut off
For the wonder of weather
Come serge of shell
Quicker than ones sleight of hand
Growing branches
Frightened of nothing
Take it as you will
Looking like gray dollar bills
In a dream of finding a fortune
Questioning its authenticity
Heshbon doth cry out
Take refuge so says a brother
Synonymous to the word trust
To lean on, to roll on
See it really isn't that bad after all....
Not Just Another Word
3-31-16
Christ's coming can mean to be in this presence
I was a fool to stumble
Greet one another with an holy kiss
Woke up this morning a little bit too soon
Undue preoccupation
I walk slow with a brother
And share my joe and say a prayer for Mother
It's not about seeking out ecstatic experiences
There are diversities of activities
Somebody loves me
Yes Jesus does
And not just because
I catch my morning buzz
For orange rind and peach fuzz
You are the church
Yes, you are all
Going up to the temple of Dimon
No one will be alone in his appointed times....
3-31-16
A voice is heard as far as Jahaz
His beard never needs be cut off
For the wonder of weather
Come serge of shell
Quicker than ones sleight of hand
Growing branches
Frightened of nothing
Take it as you will
Looking like gray dollar bills
In a dream of finding a fortune
Questioning its authenticity
Heshbon doth cry out
Take refuge so says a brother
Synonymous to the word trust
To lean on, to roll on
See it really isn't that bad after all....
Not Just Another Word
3-31-16
Christ's coming can mean to be in this presence
I was a fool to stumble
Greet one another with an holy kiss
Woke up this morning a little bit too soon
Undue preoccupation
I walk slow with a brother
And share my joe and say a prayer for Mother
It's not about seeking out ecstatic experiences
There are diversities of activities
Somebody loves me
Yes Jesus does
And not just because
I catch my morning buzz
For orange rind and peach fuzz
You are the church
Yes, you are all
Going up to the temple of Dimon
No one will be alone in his appointed times....
Thursday, April 14, 2016
send the lamb
Send The Lamb
3-31-16
They be all adulterers
I only see one way back
Into the place where I come from
Still stocking up on ammunition
The sky is not the limit
These are the horns that are scattered
I saw a man with a measuring line
As God answers with sweet and consoling utterances
Another angel comes out to meet me
There I've returned to Mount Zion with grace
Where we are all of one bread
After the glory hath he sent me
O, send the lamb.....
We Shall Not All Sleep
3-31-16
Bono does Beetles
So long, hello again
Deliver thyself that dwell with the daughter of Babylon
They will be spoil to their servants
Another conglomeration
Fleeing from the land of the north
My gift is well worth my suffering
Come the call of fire round about
The angels of Manhattan speaks
We shall not all sleep
As the dead rise incorruptible
We all have days like these
Enjoying every moment of my five day weekend
No matter how harsh the taste in my mouth
Lights out and music on
Hello again....
O, Golden Isthmus
3-31-16
Carried away to the Brook of the Willows
Moab refuses asylum
And turns up softer pillows
Yet still I shout Amen on the silver stream
Flowing into a golden isthmus
O, creator of reality and maker of the dream
Maybe it's you, yeah
I might look like a typewriter
As the computer overrides the skips
Of peril no more
Which hath reached to Jazer
For building on the intersection
And making the making of life
Waiting for my cold cash
May do they really hear?
From Sela to the wilderness
Elealea will cry out....
3-31-16
They be all adulterers
I only see one way back
Into the place where I come from
Still stocking up on ammunition
The sky is not the limit
These are the horns that are scattered
I saw a man with a measuring line
As God answers with sweet and consoling utterances
Another angel comes out to meet me
There I've returned to Mount Zion with grace
Where we are all of one bread
After the glory hath he sent me
O, send the lamb.....
We Shall Not All Sleep
3-31-16
Bono does Beetles
So long, hello again
Deliver thyself that dwell with the daughter of Babylon
They will be spoil to their servants
Another conglomeration
Fleeing from the land of the north
My gift is well worth my suffering
Come the call of fire round about
The angels of Manhattan speaks
We shall not all sleep
As the dead rise incorruptible
We all have days like these
Enjoying every moment of my five day weekend
No matter how harsh the taste in my mouth
Lights out and music on
Hello again....
O, Golden Isthmus
3-31-16
Carried away to the Brook of the Willows
Moab refuses asylum
And turns up softer pillows
Yet still I shout Amen on the silver stream
Flowing into a golden isthmus
O, creator of reality and maker of the dream
Maybe it's you, yeah
I might look like a typewriter
As the computer overrides the skips
Of peril no more
Which hath reached to Jazer
For building on the intersection
And making the making of life
Waiting for my cold cash
May do they really hear?
From Sela to the wilderness
Elealea will cry out....
primped
Primped
3-31-16
Of rick, stack and pile
Of hay, straw and corn
Another scheme, yeah another wile
And nothing quite as forlorn
The cities are flooded
For the hurt of the daughter of my people
I am black
Astonishment has taken a hold of me
Will it be Genesis or will it be Dylan
God knows my near future
As well as far horizons
From Sela to the wilderness
Send the lamb to our ruler
I let myself in through the bathroom window
Strange is what turns me on...
Pardon My Presence
3-31-16
I got up to early
Pardon my presence
And where is Joe
You broke the bonds and loosened chains
I miss you much these days
Calling for sunshine tomorrow
Haven't you seen him
Making my cup too hot to handle
But still I manage and cope
Helping companions I meet on my way
O, that's been there for birds of prey
I must live in ways I never known
Estelle's to take me
Robert Frost is alive somewhere
One hour before I can get on with it....
On Jeremiah 9:1 (dig this)
3-31-16
What's the gun for?
I take it that you are afraid
O, such a long time it's been
We live together and tear the rest of them asunder
Where heaven comes about by conscious love
An action verb and not just a feeling
Even in the antiestablishment
It works come mores and folkways accepted without question
And embodying the fundamental
O, that my head were waters
How's about a refill
His fugitives shall flee to Zoar
What's the gun for?
3-31-16
Of rick, stack and pile
Of hay, straw and corn
Another scheme, yeah another wile
And nothing quite as forlorn
The cities are flooded
For the hurt of the daughter of my people
I am black
Astonishment has taken a hold of me
Will it be Genesis or will it be Dylan
God knows my near future
As well as far horizons
From Sela to the wilderness
Send the lamb to our ruler
I let myself in through the bathroom window
Strange is what turns me on...
Pardon My Presence
3-31-16
I got up to early
Pardon my presence
And where is Joe
You broke the bonds and loosened chains
I miss you much these days
Calling for sunshine tomorrow
Haven't you seen him
Making my cup too hot to handle
But still I manage and cope
Helping companions I meet on my way
O, that's been there for birds of prey
I must live in ways I never known
Estelle's to take me
Robert Frost is alive somewhere
One hour before I can get on with it....
On Jeremiah 9:1 (dig this)
3-31-16
What's the gun for?
I take it that you are afraid
O, such a long time it's been
We live together and tear the rest of them asunder
Where heaven comes about by conscious love
An action verb and not just a feeling
Even in the antiestablishment
It works come mores and folkways accepted without question
And embodying the fundamental
O, that my head were waters
How's about a refill
His fugitives shall flee to Zoar
What's the gun for?
nihilism
My Nihilism (Latest Miss)
3-31-16
I write on of my latest misses
And leave the hits to Jesus
For general semantics
Our philosophical approach
To the exploring of the language
Our branch of linguistics
See the stars shine like nails in the night
For the healing hands of love
Arising from deeper meanings still
A hanger for a pocket
And victory in the steel
Come nihilism senseless
It is a way I often feel
Coming to naught
Another word study
Leading me to something.....
Primping (Ruck Of Mass)
3-31-16
Primping to dance in my other shoes
Exposing my toes
I let you say that it's all that
As if I've begun to believe it
There she'd better keep on going
Well advised to polish and cut these stones
For Arabic numerals in our coded message
Of the love we attempt
Hours before the daylight
Yet to experience this transition
Ready to rock and roll
To this monogram
O, help me to help them
Come ruck of mass...
3-31-16
I write on of my latest misses
And leave the hits to Jesus
For general semantics
Our philosophical approach
To the exploring of the language
Our branch of linguistics
See the stars shine like nails in the night
For the healing hands of love
Arising from deeper meanings still
A hanger for a pocket
And victory in the steel
Come nihilism senseless
It is a way I often feel
Coming to naught
Another word study
Leading me to something.....
Primping (Ruck Of Mass)
3-31-16
Primping to dance in my other shoes
Exposing my toes
I let you say that it's all that
As if I've begun to believe it
There she'd better keep on going
Well advised to polish and cut these stones
For Arabic numerals in our coded message
Of the love we attempt
Hours before the daylight
Yet to experience this transition
Ready to rock and roll
To this monogram
O, help me to help them
Come ruck of mass...
magpie
Magpie
3-31-16
O, defensed cities
Shine your light upon the hill
For the snorting of the horses we heard from Dan
They were not ashamed neither could they blush
O, magpie in the family of the jay
Such is another one of my pen names
Where again I find the way
We look for peace and no good comes
As the whole land trembles
Behold, he sends serpents
Let us be silent there
I hanker and it is raining....
In Rain Just As Well (We Wish)
3-31-16
Time to make it square and fair
Angel or devil
I take you in and pull up a chair
Enjoying every moment
Of my five day weekend
In coffee heaven
On the way to work
Back to the here and now
Who are they for if we must in sunshine
We will in rain just as well
With a thirst and a crack of my neck
I already have her touch
I am a ring of talking fire
We looked for peace and no good came
For time of health and behold trouble
Disattacment seems impossible
Semantic.....
3-31-16
O, defensed cities
Shine your light upon the hill
For the snorting of the horses we heard from Dan
They were not ashamed neither could they blush
O, magpie in the family of the jay
Such is another one of my pen names
Where again I find the way
We look for peace and no good comes
As the whole land trembles
Behold, he sends serpents
Let us be silent there
I hanker and it is raining....
In Rain Just As Well (We Wish)
3-31-16
Time to make it square and fair
Angel or devil
I take you in and pull up a chair
Enjoying every moment
Of my five day weekend
In coffee heaven
On the way to work
Back to the here and now
Who are they for if we must in sunshine
We will in rain just as well
With a thirst and a crack of my neck
I already have her touch
I am a ring of talking fire
We looked for peace and no good came
For time of health and behold trouble
Disattacment seems impossible
Semantic.....
waking
I'm Waking
3-31-16
Waking to a whirlwind
You're all that's left to cleave to
Reap the wind and sow the morning dew
It's something new
Not knowing which way the wind blows
It keeps me holding on
For empty talk and mere words of vanity and conceit
Bending, turning and sinuous
Send the lamb to the ruler of the land
To the mount of the daughter of Zion
But to tame the lion when I am young
I use guttural inanimate responses today
I serve someone again at dawn
From the sense of having been up and about...
Return Of Blood
3-31-16
Book title: Return of blood
To remind me of an English teacher
That said stupid was a stupid word to use
Dream beneath the desert sky
In my Haight-Ashbury ways about my ego
The rivers soon run dry come spontaneity
Resulting from natural impulse
And tendency growing without due cultivation
As fruits indigenous
As to downsize and upscale
Looking for the prize where love doth not fail
For wisemen ashamed
Taken and dismayed
For the fields of Heshbon languish....
Pica
3-31-16
Like a siren she comes through
According to the culturally elite
The choice of our class
The voice saying "None shall pass"
Twelve characters to an inch
I lie and say it was a cinch
Come magpie and omnivorous feeding
Sleep comes like a drug
The voices seem to only say
"You'll never quit"
Won't you leave the way to me
And many will follow
In enjoying every swallow
Every day us dreamers die
To see what's on the other side
O, pica where is your pride
Once more before we meet elsewhere....
3-31-16
Waking to a whirlwind
You're all that's left to cleave to
Reap the wind and sow the morning dew
It's something new
Not knowing which way the wind blows
It keeps me holding on
For empty talk and mere words of vanity and conceit
Bending, turning and sinuous
Send the lamb to the ruler of the land
To the mount of the daughter of Zion
But to tame the lion when I am young
I use guttural inanimate responses today
I serve someone again at dawn
From the sense of having been up and about...
Return Of Blood
3-31-16
Book title: Return of blood
To remind me of an English teacher
That said stupid was a stupid word to use
Dream beneath the desert sky
In my Haight-Ashbury ways about my ego
The rivers soon run dry come spontaneity
Resulting from natural impulse
And tendency growing without due cultivation
As fruits indigenous
As to downsize and upscale
Looking for the prize where love doth not fail
For wisemen ashamed
Taken and dismayed
For the fields of Heshbon languish....
Pica
3-31-16
Like a siren she comes through
According to the culturally elite
The choice of our class
The voice saying "None shall pass"
Twelve characters to an inch
I lie and say it was a cinch
Come magpie and omnivorous feeding
Sleep comes like a drug
The voices seem to only say
"You'll never quit"
Won't you leave the way to me
And many will follow
In enjoying every swallow
Every day us dreamers die
To see what's on the other side
O, pica where is your pride
Once more before we meet elsewhere....
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