Friday, June 3, 2016

number

My Number
5-8-16

Doing a number
In ruing a cucumber
They forsaken Me and serve other gods
To but mistake me for other love by way of rods
As a father doth chastise his son
Hearken to these
Living on ones knees
Yet to save our five known seas
The other two forgotten
And brain cells rotten
O, protest solemnly
Enjoy the smell for heaven and hell
My gaze is cold and caught for the freedom
For which we have fought
As enchantment falls around me
And tonight I stay awake until at least ten
Because O, so happy is my pen
O, make us a king
And to this justice we will sing....




Learn Of Kish
5-8-16

'Twas a happy Mother's Day after all
My soul ever purple and green
Draw another goblet from the cask
Give me back my wonder
Coming to Ramah to hear our melodrama
All for just this
Greet one another with an holy kiss
Our Kish son of Yeror
Google these and find something of great interest
Asses are found
Passing through Ephraim
Discovering Shalim and never mind your Baalim
Son of Bechorath
Son of Aphia
I'm in motion
I am still
Into the pardon
Get your refill.....





On First Samuel 9:22
5-8-16

Sitting in the chiefest of places
Coming home to all good graces among them
Bidden and no more to be hidden
Show some compassion for the contemplation
O, is the Seer here?
He is here and there is sacrifice
No reason to fear the price of white rice
Now called a prophet
Now told to come off it
Give it one hour
Then O, too your pills among the bidden things
Are no more to be hidden
All that is dirty
He is home
There is sacrifice....




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