Tip Jar (I Fare)
11-19-15
I drop a few coins into the cup
To forget about my destiny
I wouldn't break your neck over it, man
Feeling the emptiness inside
To which I just cannot relate
All for Jesus and not for pride
Ask me how I'm doing
And I'll say just great
Repining Shallun
Son of Col-hozeh
The ruler of part of Mizpah
I look at all I've been through
Just to be seen on through
What is yet to be
Today I just do me
But the dung gate repaired
Malchia for a word that looks like Armistice
It's T.W.F.I.
An achronym I cannot mention here
That we be no more a reproach...
On Nehemiah 1:6
11-19-15
Maybe she will pick him out again
How long must he wait
Let thine ear be attentive
She was my twin but I lost the race
Born in spring and me, born too late
Another weird Tuckahoe memory
But not for hate
Today I go straight up raspberry unadulterated
I was in Jerusalem three days straight
I go up in the night by a brook
Getting alone with God with His book
Going onto the gate of the fountain
As one to stand upon His mountain
Even before the Dragon Well
I'm still under the spell
Latest poem called, "Delphinium"
It's a hard story to tell...
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