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....