Thursday, May 12, 2016

pinole

Pinole
12-9-15

Consequence gave into our decadence
Another wonderful coffee revelry
Three cities wander unto one to drink water
As you fig trees increase
I am commanded to just peace
And I also withholden rain from you
When there were yet three months to harvest
Intransigent
Uncompromising
Our American administrator
Ruling battlefield relief
And no such grief
As repentance to the thief
For organized labor
Our American Red Cross
And no great loss
By Pinole wheat of mesquite beans
We could not look upon our own wickedness....




Pinot (For Good Wine)
12-9-15

The hand of fate
Seems to fit just like a glove
David Gilmour said this
All for love I sent among you
Pestilence in the form of dismay
For the cause of heaven above
Soon the seeds are sown in the hearts of men
Theme: From doubt to faith all for the pen
The problem: why is sin unjudged
But because we are to judge not
And love with all that we've got
Even cry out to you, "Violence"....






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