bleating

Bleating
11-30-15

Into the valley of steel
We say to ourselves
Let's just get real
I'm going to miss my brother when he goes away
Behold every form of creeping things and all of their idols not to criticize
But to acknowledge before them the garden
And behind them a desolate wilderness of pardon
The seed shrivels under the clods
So I went in and saw and beheld every form of creeping things
Voice in my head mocks me
"You're not even trying"
Bleating and babbling
Portrayed upon the wall roundabout....





"Is It Cold Enough For You?"
11-30-15

He brought me to the door of the court
Such was a better way to go about it
And I know that today I need not go without it
I looked and behold a hole in the wall
Standing before us seventy men
Of the ancients
And in the midst stood Jaazaniah
With every man his censer
And a thick cloud of incense goes up
Turning on the seventy-one archive and refilling my cup
It could be a lot worse
It could be the north pole
So I return to my roots and stay in my boots....