Snail
5-23-16
O, what has the H.I.C. arrival or its revival
And my survival
God calls all unto Himself
Find your fire, the cause, a reason for being
The rich as the beggar doth but die to Myra of Lycia
Battering ram, good for you
Find your fire, a reason to be
How does it feel to be forty-three
God calls all unto himself
So in haste I slow down
Once a cheetah
Now a snail...
Reason For Being
5-23-16
A way to relate without a conflict
Of things to do and say
A way to recreate of more ways about it by the light of day
So be it
Schedules?
Wait a millisecond
Who plays cassettes anymore
Now really
Led to paper tacks
The damage has already been done
I smoke them all away
Like a scene from my favorite Shakespeare play
Never read and I still love her
We never said goodbye
In fact she's right here by my side
Got no mind to waste
And no will to make haste
As a martyr
Yes, as chaste....
All Senses Clean
5-23-16
Trust I seek
Rust for the bleak
I find it in myself
I must as meek
I cast just a few crumbs
I will sweep the floor back with Abraham's bosom
A gulf is fixed and nothing else matters
As we do persuade men
Order is important
Jesus went there for God so loved the world
Answer: yes I can
She's glad to have me back
God's got imagination beat
Greatest setback, one's doubt
The devil's tool where we stand without....
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