crashworthy

Crashworthy
8-1-16

Raising unto David a righteous branch
To choose between thousand island and ranch
And the king will reign and prosper
In a moment not: a little spurt
His inheritance is mine
The devil is just a little bug
Compared to the size of our God
Does he want us to think this way, I wonder
As I wander and traverse to and fro
They be fruitful and increase
As we'll be given love joy and peace
As we fear no more nor be dismayed
As money changes hands
In warm fields, we understand
Our Crassus of our Trimuiratt
But for what
But just to mention it...




Conclave
8-1-16

Our magistrate
We do not take for granted
Not of ourselves
But of He whom sends us
Whereby He be called
The Lord of our righteousness
Of burning fatness delicious
Good meat on the bone
No longer malicious
Ah, I know over-winter
With the least tip touch conclave
We gather to talk about the issues at hand
My heart is broken and bones shake
Slender as the hepaticas
Where I can tell my stone from a pillow
In doubting it
Yet crass and green
If you know what I mean....